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 savior.

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.