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The Touch of Love
What more does one need, than the touch of love?
Than the supple grace of lips on tear stained cheeks?
The touch of love can define beauty to whatever the receiver decides
Painting a picture for them, only their eyes can see
On a canvas so strong, no color will bleed.
The touch of love feels like a burst of spring
When the sun wins against gloomier days
And we missed the weeks of April sunshine
Hoping this weather carries through May
The touch of love can do it.
Loving touch supersedes all senses, when the giver truly means their act
Loving touch replaces mental warfare, if the giftee of touch allows it.
What more does one need, than the touch of love? To learn first to adore oneself, with the very hand that destroys it.
Than the supple grace of lips on tear stained cheeks?
The touch of love can define beauty to whatever the receiver decides
Painting a picture for them, only their eyes can see
On a canvas so strong, no color will bleed.
The touch of love feels like a burst of spring
When the sun wins against gloomier days
And we missed the weeks of April sunshine
Hoping this weather carries through May
The touch of love can do it.
Loving touch supersedes all senses, when the giver truly means their act
Loving touch replaces mental warfare, if the giftee of touch allows it.
What more does one need, than the touch of love? To learn first to adore oneself, with the very hand that destroys it.
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