Burt Poole

Rookie - 1 Points (2/19/1923 - 5/16/2012 / North Carolina)

The Touch - Poem by Burt Poole

It was only a touch, but it meant so
much when the new day had begun. Though
we spoke no word, there were love notes
heard at the rising of the sun. When love
is such that a little touch can express
the love we know, we will later hear
in sweet words clear, “Yes, you know I love you so.”
Then, when the shades are drawn
till another dawn and from outside cares
we hide; it means so much just to feel
the touch of the dear one by my side.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014


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