MY TOUCHSTONE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater

Being “In Love” makes silence painful
a crushing need and desire to hear the voice
of the one that soothes your soul

Is it the inner fear,
that feeling of anxiety
from childhood when the lights go out
that we are really alone?

Why do I long to hear Your Voice?
yearn for Your touch
desire to be with You
wrapped up in Your arms 

You are my Touchstone
You are home to me
being with You
reassures me
that I am not alone

I have faith in our love
and it is strong
but sometimes
in the darkness
without a light
in the middle of the night
I need to touch my Touchstone
so I know I’m not alone
or in a dream 

You are My Touchstone 

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

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