The Touch Of Love Poem by Warri Stanley

The touch of love



Is there a day to remember?

All the days was a drama.

Long before I met you.

Others was cunning like the ciara's



Heart and hearts has come & gone,

All was just heart faking.

Even the times got faded.

Like the rag on the sun.



But little time I spent with you,

Is something to linger on.



Your eyes as black as your lips,

Even your skin is black.

I became a lover of black.

Your heart is just touch of love,

I was touched, I became a poet.



All I write was rhythm of love

The themes like the sunk "titanic"

Time can only keep us longer,

But cannot stop true love.