POETRY: TOUCHING

If I offer you this precious heart

Would you be willing to pay its price?

If I decide to give you my soul

Would you accept it with pride?

If I lay down my life before you
Would you keep it or let it slip...
If I tell you how I feel
Would you vow to make a change?

If I ask you to walk a mile...
Would you be bold to take a step?
If I beg you to lie for me
Would you pass this litmus test of love?


PART II

Her laughter quiets angel-song,
Her flashing eyes of sky,
Unto herself does she belong,
But to own her, men still try.

To know her is to know true despair,
With little hope of finding,
The way to her heart?s lost lair,
Or the key to its secret binding.

But search I must, however unwise,
For to cease would guarantee,
The loss of heaven?s greatest prize,
And the forfeiture of its destiny.

PART III


Love is a frivolous game
Of sweet kisses and
dangerous delights
Of heightened senses
and blissful thoughts

Love is such a play
Of tenderness and
passion
In the lives
of so many-
An elusive quest

Love is a tragedy, too
Of disregard for-
commonsense
Of reckless abandon
And lost reality

But love, in all
Is the game of life
Of fully living
The theme of
intimacy
Touching the fibers
of existence
Of pain and-
pleasure
For life
without love's
assurance is-
death