I
cannot help
the hands
that touch me
when they
could heal me
I know
its a distant
language
written
on my soul
I wasn't
made
to
understand
but she reads me
and I feel
her
more than
     Anything.....
                               My greatest wish
                               I couldn't say
                              is by her
                              spoken
                        ­        my greatest hope
                              is only
                              that I could
                             hold her
                            forever
                               that we'll make love
                              while we're
                             still
                             young

When ink kisses paper
Leaving his marks on her
Staining her Immaculate white
Corrupting her innocent purity
With unspoken words and lines,
Punctuated with figurative styles,
Embedded with phonetic rhymes
Of divine charismatic beauty;
Sweet poetic lyrics are born...*


© Raphael Uzor