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Touch
Sorrow is sadness, child
And, misery loves sorrow’s sad company
But, she was so free and wild
I think of love when I think of her
When the summer sun would burn for hours
And, set our heart's on fire
Though, we ignored the fear in our souls
Through our nervous laughter
Touch of evening rose
The setting sun, our silent souls
On the edge of dusk
Two becoming one
One becoming known
Rain fell like curtains
And covered up the beauty of summer time with cold
And, swiftly from the wreckage
Deep within that wretched storm
I, in my hesitation, let confidence erode
Like a mountain side falling
Unlike water on stone
Before I knew what happened, it was too late
She was too gone
Touch of morning sky
The rising water, the terrible toll
Of the darkness taking hold
Two becoming one
One becoming soul
Touch me again
Sincere and deep
With love and heart and truth, indeed
With love and heart and truth and speed
