The Eye Of The Golden Touch Poem by Sharron Stephenson

to feel the wind through your hair,
the air on the skin,
sun that burns,
spread the wings and fly high above the clouds,
where the rain will into the eye of,
the eagle,
the arrow from cupids bow strikes the heart,
at a thundering pace,
when the time is right,
speak the words in a magical way,
the golden touch of the fingertips,
to the lips of a lover,
the ice which breaks when the heart is open,
mind, body and soul enrolled as one,
just remember love is a two way street,
when a special spirit does not know,
that an angel is there,
with hopes and dreams,
of happy ever after