At The Touch of Love by Mike Williams 11/30/2015 @ 12:17 A.M.
Fear, worry, and past abuse wore through in retrospect.
I built high walls none could climb over and bared every door.
Afraid to thaw and feel again, until someone worth melting for.
I was cold and callised over, then suddenly along came you.
You broke a way to my heart, warming me through and through.
I tasted love for the first time, unlike I had ever know before.
Because of love’s gentil touch, I’m not frozen anymore.
Image: Sappho and Alcaeus by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema. This painting completed in 1881, depicts Sappho and her companions listening as the poet Alcaeus plays a kithara, on the island of Lesbos (Mytilene).