Touch
 
 
 How is it that I picture you so clearly?
Could it be that you have touched me?
Was it more than a look when our eyes met?
As I hold to my fear, I fear I will let you go,
That is not how I want it to be.
Am I not the child, still deep within,
Wanting to be held so tenderly?
What would you tell me,
To put this tender heart at ease?
I ask to love you. Please.
Oh how I picture you so clearly,
Touching me.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir