A heartsick Boy,
A lonely girl
Meet in a space,
Where neither can touch
But with words,
Express what they need
From something worn
A flower is born
The secrets they bare
The life cruelties they share
They touch with the words,
They tap out on keys
It opens a door,
Like a summer breeze
For a companionship,
Neither has possessed.
They only dreamed to see each other
To share this love one for another!
Psalm 88: 18...Song of Solomon 5: 16
Cathy Hodgson © 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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