My love, your soul glows softly like the setting sun
and blossoms sweet as the pink roses in the purest hope of spring
my heart follow your enchanting voice
and leaps like the cat at the whisper of your name
the evening floats in on the wing of the most beautiful dove
i am comforted by your arms that i carry around me
into the twilight of tomorrow that beams and holds next to my heart
i am filled with hope that i may dry your tears of any sorrow
andthing that has caused you to shed them
as my sight falls from staying awake to your voice
it reminds me of when we laid in the grass
and closed our eyes in each other arms
and in the quiet
i listen for the last good night of the day
my long sleeve shirt leaps to my heated lisp
these lips in which desire the warmth of your kiss
i wait in the moonlight for you to awake in my dreams
so that we may walk as one
hand in hand
in seach of the magnificant white
and mystical home of love
 Enecko · Thu Jul 20, 2006 @ 01:05am · 3 Comments |
