Touch by RichardM

		Author Name: rich53	14 Comments
		Date Added: March 10, 2007 22:03:46	Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Touch

I cross the miles,
Span time, just for a touch,
Of all the things I like,
About you so much.

The gentle touch of your eyes,
Approaching the glass door,
The blush of your smile,
On finding mine once more.

Delicate, expressive,
The harmony of your voice,
Holding my interest,
Resonating, causing me to rejoice.

Touch seems so dynamic,
A very living thing.
As years go by,
One remembers everything.

The warm sensation,
Of our hand's first touch,
Already knowing,
That I wanted you so much.

Capturing a shy arm,
Holding me so close.
As hearts gently touched,
Any doubts you did dispose.

I've missed you so,
Since our time was without lack.
When your joy reached out,
To caress mine right back.

Guess I'll never know,
Where I went awry.
If my caring was too much,
My heart I could not belie.

To hold your hand again,
Would simply bring me bliss.
You're never far from my heart,
So let me just say this:

In each and every way,
I feel your touch.
I miss you still,
So very much.

Author's Notes:

3/8/07

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Comments:

	Comment By: J on May 17, 2011 10:53:54 PM	Report
	God, that's heartbreaking. It flows wonderfully from line to line and keeps you hooked. Wonderful write. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Shuberth Dias on December 11, 2009 01:56:30 PM	Report
	Awesome !!! i loved reading this. the flow and the rhyme is great too. i enjoyed reading. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Erin Nicole on December 23, 2008 03:54:21 PM	Report
	wow i am like a bout to cry this is so very true and deep and i am 13 and i know Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Leonard Wilson on June 29, 2008 06:09:58 PM	Report
	This is romance with a capital RO, Richard. I like the image of being touched by her eyes. Don't think I've read that thought before...len Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: The Mystic Poet on May 17, 2007 11:54:36 PM	Report
	I dont know why, but this makes me sad reading this. Excellent write. Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Barbara Demasson on April 8, 2007 11:36:10 PM	Report
	These are such beautiful memories Rich. A healthy acceptance is woven delicately throughout this piece. I'm happy to see the cream finally rise to the top Rich, you are on your way. There is always a nobility about your work...very classy. ~Barbara~ Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Alison Storm Wolf on March 25, 2007 11:56:04 AM	Report
	Often it makes me wonder whether the pain of love gone wrong is worth the price in suffering memories...........but we do it again and again......... Ali x Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: The Bag Lady on March 23, 2007 05:46:46 PM	Report
	Richard....... This is rich, warm, and full of love and longing...... I loved your rhyme scheme, as it was a smooth read..... Thank you for gifting us.... Margaret...that old bag person..... Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Joe McNinney on March 16, 2007 12:28:11 PM	Report
	*Romantic, tender and very sweet Rich, nicely done, Joe* Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Mary Lou Allen on March 14, 2007 10:16:18 PM	Report
	I don't think you intended this to make me happy, but, Rich, I've smiled all the way through. There's some magic in this poem. Nice work, man. ML Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Helen on March 14, 2007 06:53:09 AM	Report
	And - bitter-sweet, and simply beautiful! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Helen on March 14, 2007 06:52:01 AM	Report
	A perfect poem, to say what it was meant to say! Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Ann on March 11, 2007 08:42:52 AM	Report
	Very tender expression of memory. The past is such a strange thing isn't it, the way it pulls at our heart strings... Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Lady Dragonwyck on March 10, 2007 10:36:44 PM	Report
	Rich: beautiful soft sweet write. Enjoyed very much Lady D Respond To This Comment