Untitled No 1 Poem by Hubert Ignatowicz

What a blessing it would be
Just to hold you gently
Just to touch your silky fingertips
Just to admire your lips not even kissing them
Just to hold your heart

Watch tears and sorrow
And the strong desire of fulfilment
Go and pass away
Just to breathe your presence in
Your fragrant being wrapped around your warm soul

Just to be there
Just a breath ahead
Waiting till the last tear drops down and dries
Craving for the longing to be wiped away
Forever