Differences Poem by Anthony Acquah

To feel the tips of your fingers gently running down the nape of my back
To hear the dulcet tones of your voice wispering sweet nothings in my ears.
To see the light in your eyes brightening up the inner depths of the darkness of my soul.
To run my fingers through the lusciousness of your hair that parts like the Res sea.
To wonder what could or would be if only religion, culture, race or color were not what defined our being together.
To spend each day, week, month or yeras knowing that the only thingI cherish is lost for ever.
All because of the differences in race, culture, color and religion and not LOVE kept us apart