Delicate and tender it was,
A soothing to the cold buzz,
The warmth, a flame riding through my skin,
Eyes shut, as the space grew thin.
Could I believe my eyes?
There, staring at the prize,
So unreal but I could feel,
The touch of you that made it real.
Heaven and earth cannot attest,
Time had been a painful test,
The prayers, fervent and true,
So I could feel the touch of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem