AmissI miss the warm and loving touch

I miss the warm and loving touch
Of someone in my heart
Despite bouts of debauchery
My being is apart

Caressing hand with fingers soft
And lips that touch my soul
A mind that sees and understands
And makes me lose control

That core of me, so cold and dark
Not meaning to be mean
It needs a bond, that comprehends
The innocence and sheen

I miss someone that cannot be
As dual as the light
Yet possible it still remains
A cause for which I fight