Loving Touch

Your hands are like sunshine that warms the inner parts of my soul. The rays warming my inner being, keeps me thinking of how the colors of the flowers are so vibrant and powerful in their activity. As the flowers dance in a slight breeze, the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous, so shiny, so many. As the night fades, the sun warms the day, The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again, with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch. Written by:©Betty Bolden 4-30-04 All poems are copyright!©