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The Touch Of Love Again
When this day began...
I felt sentimental.
Just last night I spent,
Dreaming...
Of you!
And,
Needs released.
So real and believed.
When this day began...
Promises I made,
Never...
To keep myself away,
From showing...
Without you,
I am more complete.
Promises like this,
I can not keep.
Foolish I have been.
Pretending I could end,
My need to love...
And dismisss it.
Foolish I have been.
Pretending I could end,
A loneliness I wish would leave.
But with each dawn,
It awakens me.
When this day began...
Promises I made,
Never...
To keep myself away,
From showing...
Without you,
I am more complete.
Promises like this,
I can not keep.
Since I could never be...
I see,
Alone.
I could never be,
I see...
Someone alone,
Who yearns...
To feel and know,
The touch of love again.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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