A touch with no feeling.
A heart with no love.
A life with no meaning.
Why?
A pain to great.
A sin to tragic.
A soul to lost.
Why?
Why must it be this way?
after reading your poem i just made this...
why? for that one moment when-
a touch with no feeling will turn into healing,
a heart with no love will be filled with purity of a dove,
a life with no meaning will become reasoning,
a pain to great will turn into happiness without any debate,
a sin to tragic will turn into wonderful magic and
a soul to lost will turn into one with high cost!
for that moment of bliss!