Tender is The Touch

Of understanding
Of a smile given naturally

In appreciation of a poem enjoyed
And reciprocated with words that flow like wine

Sweet is the tender touch
Of words that overflow, mingle and out form
a new baby of shared thoughts and
even some unmeaning
just plain words that rhyme

It does not matter if a thrid party does not perceive
Some may even think it gibberish
But in two soulmates visited ny The Touch

It's ecstasy unspoken
To last through the midnight hours
Till the dawn of another virgin day
Filled with potentail greatness
If only humans dare to imagine
And like little seagulls
Make a dash for unknown shores
Maybe Malaysia is not that unfamiliar

After awe.