Break our forms when touching, <br />Then fall our hearts to die, <br />And chaffe our skin when we Begin, <br />But Love holds you and I. <br /> <br />I need a soul to dry with mine <br />So never be it lonely. <br />A soul to creak, and tear and dry. <br />A soul: my one and only.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-be-it-lonely/
