Things Of Existence Poem by Elvis Lantan

You will never touch my love
Because like a stone, It cannot be tossed
Nor turned under circumstance

You will never see my love
It cannot, like rays of light, fill your eyes
Nor can it demand faith

Because you cannot taste my love
It does not keep you from death
Nor does it promise life

And because certain words
Can stain our time here
You will never hear my love

My love for you exists
Aloof
Where no being
Where no thought
Where no hand
Could ever reach
Or wish to touch…