POEM STARTER

Enchantment and Mystery

Write a poem, in any style, that comes to mind with these two words.

Your Touch

While on your deathbed, waiting for the thaumaturge, I held you closely, loving you was always A surge.


Knowing soon you would be gone, I struggled to keep my own life on.


I miss your touch so dearly, your warm embraced, just once more would make me feel complete, sincerely.

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