Touch of Love

A room devoid of light,

Somewhere inside the beating heart.

 A mystery unknown that mind,

That sometimes goes numb and dark.

 A face devoid of expression,

Somewhere fearing the movement of muscle.

A life stands so surprised,

That it lets go consciousness for a while.

A moment more precious than life,

 That strips the soul naked without force.

 Like A rose that touched the warrior,

 Made him leave his arms and become the saviour.

And a soul touched with love,

Finds untraceable light inside that room of heart,

Alone at start, empty and dark,

Finds someone to light the way along.