Touch Of Love

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