Touch Of A Man

I touch with pain his purity
Sin's darker sense I could not bring
My soul was black as night to me
To him I was a wounded thing

I needed love no words could say
He drew me softly to his chair
My head upon his knee to lay
With cool hands that caressed my hair

He sat with hands as if to pray
And looked with grave ethereal eyes
Ensouled with a soft quietness
A gentleman that asks me to stay