How long have I been alone?
Dreaming of your touch!
Of your shallow kiss,
Of your beautiful laugh and smile?
What kind of woman,
Makes her man promise,
Then makes every sort of delay,
In coming to his hope,
And learning,
Of heart and home?
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
How long have I been alone?
Dreaming of your touch!
Of your shallow kiss,
Of your beautiful laugh and smile?
What kind of woman,
Makes her man promise,
Then makes every sort of delay,
In coming to his hope,
And learning,
Of heart and home?
No comments:
Post a Comment
No spam, junk, hate-speech, or anti-religion stuff, thank you. Also no libel, or defamation of character. Keep it clean, keep it honest. No trolling. Keep to the point. We look forward to your comments!