Do not pass this way gentle stranger;
Do not touch this heart I implore;
I cannot bear the thirst and hunger;
When love comes knocking at my door.
When You touch me I cannot slumber;
When You've kissed me, I dare to soar;
Thus I pause to dream and wonder;
And, Lo! Heav'n beckons life once more.
You see, I want to hide and nurture;
All the pains of yesterday;
Enfold them in my soul for future;
Excuses for not following Your way.
So, do not pass this way dear lover;
Your touch is breaking me in two;
Apart from You I can recover;
All those reasons to remain sad and blue.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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