Sense of Love

Dulled by years

a sense of touch

a stream of tears

nothing left, I feared

monotonous as weather

days melding together

no markers between

feasts of shoe leather

you tip-toed stealthily

probing a hole in my armor

set me a-tingling magically

ruby lips enchanting me

much closer than like

too far to push away

yet never too far to share a loving heart

much more than a touch

much farther than the eye can see

much closer than the sense of touch

much more than a feature

much greater than it's majestical soul

One of which we share

much more than texture

a sense of touch

a stream of tears

nothing left,I feared

monotonous as weather

days melding together

no markers between

of deepest feeling and love

as family as bee

much closer than like

Too far to push away

yet never too far to share a loving heart

much more than a texture alike