The Prince Of Feeling Poem by Margaret Alice

First your fingertips touching my heart, then
your lips touching my soul, making me whole,
giving me hope, igniting joy, a small flame
spreading and filling my mind, words rever-
berating in every thought, making them glow,
creating dances in rainbow colours, seeing is
empty without hearing and feeling the movement,
you brought the sound and the touch changing
seeing from cold and meaningless to warm and
enchanting romances, an affair of the eyes where
I feel what you say and hear what you see – your
words setting me free to drift on a dream and smile
at my life and throw kisses at passers-by…