Gently you put your hand on mine.
I can feel you were scared in the summer rain.
The rain is gone now, so is summer.
Did it take the pain away?
Softly I put my lips on yours.
I can still taste the salt of a tear.
The tear is dry now, so is the salt.
Shall we make it sweeter?
Carefully we stand nose to nose.
This is ours, this is you and me.
You are here, I don't want to go.
Shall we kiss a bit longer?
Firmly our fingers are strangled.
Our rings spell "Nimic Intre"
Nothing in between, now and for ever.
Can our hearts beat even stronger?
Dear my lord
ReplyDeleteFirst;let me thank you for these incredible feelings...covered by words...they took me to one world of mine...though my lord you have screamed love is...I could not recognize it within this face..I have just found out that it has more than one face. I read your poem and i could see that love is only able to be merely when it is aghered to a kiss, a hug...'...this is you and me...I do believe it is enough to express what love is. Well i forgot to introduce myself, perdon me. Am the seventh angel.