The lightest touch.
Softly he touched me, gently as a breeze
that wafts this way and that, swaying summer hats.
Gently he caressed, with words so honey combed and sweet,
to melt the coldest heart, my moment was complete.
Sinking into sugar brown eyes, his soft brown skin
and big ‘huggy' grin, we seemed to melt each other from within.
The summer grass, it filled my head within this bed of ecstasy,
I lay beneath the lilac tree; its scent was drifting over me.
Our hands found each other, we kissed, my eyes brimmed over
to think, some day, this moment I might miss.
How sad in life all things move on and like the flowing waves
we lovers separated to go our different ways,
but as tears sting my eyes and burn into my heart
I've one more memory to share; he had the lightest touch.
poem by Ruth Walters
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