The love

The touch was sweet when it was there
But turned sour as she faded away
The drop of soul from her lips was juicy
But my lips tore down as it evaporated away
The eyes had me in her
But turned a closed door when she put the shutters down.

The hug was warm and cozy
But the kick rattled me down.
The flowing hair smelled of jasmine on my breathy nose
But the strangling black rope hangs me dead

The warm hands shower love on me
The handless heart scare me away