The trembling eyelids, while the moans
Of sobbing grief, you rubbed into my chest,
As blossoms, of kisses, incessantly…
The trembling eyelids, while the moans
Of sobbing grief, you rubbed into my chest,
As blossoms, of kisses, incessantly…
When we find that one… everything seems to melt away… but its that first kiss… when life seems to end as we know it Rating 3.00 out of 5
It was not me who kissed you in your slumber;
But the rays of the emerging moon.
Not my nail which scratched your cheeks;
It was only the cupidโ€s arrows.
Discovery I am always looking for you. Is there Grand Central Station in Limbo? If so, I am standing in it. I am always looking for you. I thought I glimpsed you a couple of weeks ago. But I dismissed it. I want to see you so much, I just thought I saw you everywhere. [...]
Dedicated to all the lovers in this world, for a more fulfilling life in human relations.
Are you a poet? Would you like to get more exposure for your work, interact with other poets, and get your work more widely read?
Then please read this Invitation to Poets. And thanks for visiting this site!
Privacy Policy | Compensated Affiliate Disclosure | Poetry Store | Publish | Subscribe with RSS
Websites and Webhosting | Contact | Sitemap
Website by Flowline Web Development
Copyright © 2011 Poems and Stories. All Rights Reserved.

Comments