Does my touch feel magic...to run butterfly down yo stomach...
Does my touch have an essences to enlighten yo emptiness...
Does my touch make yu feel gr8 on d lowliest of days...
Does my touch have the glimmer dats turns shadyness into bright n gay...
Does my touch make yo wrap like an album slipped in snaps...
Does my touch make you glow like trickles of morning snow...
Some moments of past,
Some tears shed so fast
Like clouds gathering for a monsoon gala,
Like dewdrops proposin nature's saga
Across the wastelands of my mind
I see a figure distraugh,maybe blind
Askin for arms not of dollars,
Jus some love from convicts n learned scholars
Coz love aint bound by religion or creed
Its just every human's greed
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