a thought of touch

When I touched your hand that day,
Did it feel in any way,
Like the way I felt inside;
To claim a breath I had tried,
But the globe stopped spinning in that time,
And the clock stopped ringing in mid-chime,
And my world did its own revolution,
And my emotion excited my mind’s convolution,
I felt for more than I could handle,
It was more inferno than flickering candle.
And when I touched your hand again,
The realm of madness became my sane,
So when our hands are tied by touch,
I wonder, if you would feel that much,
Of what I felt, and in that way,
Of when I touched your hand that day.