Every lover has a contour you just can't touch <br />Musical notes that echo, far away… inasmuch. <br />It's like trying to contain a rain clouds image <br />As it swings north then south, across the coast. <br /> <br />All hold a little bit back; behind a drawbridge. <br />Each, gal unheard has a damsels cry, riposte! <br />Enough, that'll make grown men weep, and cry, <br />So, he reserves making claps of thunder "high".<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contours-you-can-t-put-a-finger-on/
