I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination. But when the heart needs release it finds a way to brings its joys and pains to bare. The poem is the result of passion that is felt, probably by many of you as well, through the connection we find online. To love so deeply, and never to know the touch of your lover's hand, is a pain that cuts like a knife. But I still revel in its afterglow that it leaves me with to this day. Passion is such a sweet fruit to tempt the palate....one that can not be denied...lest we cease to be alive.