Death Is But A Test - Poem by Crimson Love
long to feel
the simple tingle
of hands held.
the simple touch
that feeling cannot create,
my mind longs for a carress,
perhaps beautiful- admirable,
envied among all,
god's will glare,
as divine love,
touches within these
Death seperates- to only test such divine love,
I know this love to be an envy,
this test will be but momentary.....
my fingers shall find you once more,
and run themselves along,
of the body,
I know to be,
my other half.
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