As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams;
you sputter.
In your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms.
As snow's soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite.
Memories' butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced eyelashes
--written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in long forgotten
secret scripts--
And my wishful musings go
Is the rhythm I hear
in honey dew drips
upon my window sill;
the tunes of my love for you?
You may like this?
beautiful. where did you get such a work of art? =]
Reply:wonderful poem...I like this
Reply:Very pretty. I like it.
Reply:sounds so romantic
Reply:Im i mistaken or is this poem about sex?No matter its still a good poem.
Reply:ohh I like!!!
Reply:Thats very nice. Did you write it?
Reply:i really lyk it its so pretty!
azalea
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