|My Untouchable Love
||[Apr. 24th, 2006|11:03 pm]
|||||This is called a sensta||]|
All I ever wanted was the touch,
Of the ever present warmth,
How I miss the sensation,
Of the thing that surpasses life,
The feeling that of my love,
Only can be described as heaven.
Through the gates of heaven,
Is the only place i can find that touch,
For I miss the pain of love,
That utter warmth,
I miss her in my life,
Oh because I miss that sensation.
My hearts has now a new sensation,
One far from heaven,
One of contempt for life,
Where no one can touch,
The soul that has no warmth,
The soul that has lost its love.
I try to find that love,
But the deisire is a forgotten sensation,
Cold over came the warmth,
And thoughts only remain in heaven,
For I have given up on touch,
Yet I have not yet given up on life.
One day I again will have my life,
Again will have my love,
I have hope for anothers touch,
For that undescribable sensation,
Yet I am losing fate in heaven,
From and distance however there is warmth.
And the distant thought of the warmth,
Makes me again belive in life,
I hope there is a place like heaven,
But none will ever feel like I did with my love,
Her soft lips were the greatest sensation,
If only ours would have ever touched.
The warmth of her love,
Was a sensation undescribable in life,
But her touch to me was heaven.