To Feel Her Touch

TO FEEL HER TOUCH Entrapped I am in the mirage of love, Waiting desperately for her response. The mellow hands,touched by the clouds- and adorned with eternal softness, Attracts mine soul--To feel her touch. The beauty of her dainty lips- heightened by a diastema at the right, Allures mine lips--To feel her touch. Even, the eyes, which I think meant for an angel, Feel ashamed and hides when she smiles. The scintillate strands of hair curving round her cheeks, Covering the forehead and ending at the neck, Attracts mine soul--To feel the touch. The love flinging out of her bosoms Tempts my love--To feel her touch Frightened I am of my outer darkness, Yet having a bright inner self. I know she shall never touch her, But my love is pure--it choose naught but Eternity. Hope I could confess to YOU........