Touch Of Love Poem by louis rams

Touch of love

A thousand years or more may go by, but my love
For you will never die.
A touch of love we both had received, it was something
That we did not conceive.
We sat together as friends often do, not knowing
What was in the brew.
When the cupid came and pulled his bow
It seems so very long ago.
I won't pretend that I didn't want to be your lover
As I prayed that you was not seeing another.
There was nothing that I could offer you, cause
I was just a poor boy with a heart so true.
But yet deep down I knew you cared
And the rest of my life with you I'd share.
I now know this touch of love was sent to us from above.
© L. RAMS 020117