Touch my wounded heart with your medicinal finger tips pal.
And I understand that you are belong to another tender soul.
But let her realize that we are not rivals and ruin her nest
Just simply contemporary friends of the Love arena.
*[ But I remember my poor Mom's precious advise; ' Don't play with fire or taste any illicit liquor ever Sonny! You will burn your clear conscience.'
Gestures of affection can so often be misinterpreted - particularly in these days of 'political correctness'. I am told that school teachers are not supposed to 'touch' their students any more. It is so important for friends to support each other in times of need and much healing can come from compassionate contact. There are certainly many levels on which the reader may interpret this excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think your mother gave you very good advice. Excellent write. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra