Keeper ask to borrow from <br />The ones who could not give <br />Streetlight lit one thousand lives <br />Of those who cannot live <br />The thinning line of unhappiness that duth keep us all we find <br />Forgiving now to overflow from <br />The times we cross that line <br /> <br />Like the way hope only ever gives to those who need. <br />Like forgiveness only comes to those who have suffered enough. <br />Like the ache inside this heart that hurts <br />That never wanted much <br />The way the one inside you reach is hurting to be touched. <br />Ever seems the day to ask of no one here because <br />Wanted ease the way of those who gave up just for loss <br /> <br />Picturesque we find in all <br />What fails our dreams to be <br />Once heart and soul stay broken <br />Then ones love we fail to see <br />A seamless want now cometh from <br />These thoughts that cross our mind <br />To love thy very same pieces of <br />This life we do unwind <br /> <br />Happiness paints thy love upon thus already faded speech <br />Silence never gave before thy voice whom which I reach <br />I wear your touch upon me as such sensual deep attire <br />It was love for one another that did set this soul on fire <br /> <br />why do we seem so cold?<br /><br />Aiden Howarth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-wear-your-touch-upon-me-to-have-never-felt-so-cold/
