One touch started the trial; trial of tribulations, pain , hurt, happiness, death, etc.
We must recycle thy touch , for it demands as so.
Giving as what is retained of such touch.
A sense of maintenance of thy touch carries on in the heart , like a boat sailing on and on.
In which never stops.
A cycle of thy touch , which made me , you , life , carry on, onto pain
Worst of them all, into which lead , with a force of guidance, in which the path we stay.
Heyy babes !, This is my first poem of the book, let me know what you all think, & always make sure to add any suggestions !! Ilyy
