Wednesday, 17 March 2010

My Love

Your skin glows like the sun, blossoms as a rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows the sound of your saxophone and jumps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great dove wing.
I am comforted by your picture that i carry into the twilight of homebeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that i may dry your tears of sorrow.
As my heart fills with love for you.
In the quiet, i listen for your last words of the day.
My heated love burns for you. I wait in the moonlight for you so that we may kiss, lips to lips, in search for the magnificent lights and mystical feeling of love.