What Is - Poem by Juan Olivarez
What is love to an empty heart?
What is a caress, to a broken soul?
A sweet caress can be the start,
Of a love of solid gold.
What is a hug, to a withered life,
That is slowly growing old?
It can cut through sorrow, just like a knife,
Once your arms surround and hold.
11/26/10 Alton Texas
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