April 4, 2017
10:32 pm
10:32 pm
Carlos
when I don't feel like writing
I think of you
then I began to dream
and
I feel freedom
invading the space
inanition sometimes dwell
Yes
you bring flowers with
the smell of melodic sweetness
in the air
I breathe
And
fall prey to speak
boldly in all the colors
you paint across
my mind
And so
this my love
is my meager poem
saying
I have not lived
until you brought me
air
I have not loved
until you touched my soul
Yet
Your kisses are gifts
with fairy-tales wishes
Including your kiss
good-bye
when I don't
feel like writing
I think of you
I think of you
then I began to dream
and
I feel freedom
invading the space
inanition sometimes dwell
Yes
you bring flowers with
the smell of melodic sweetness
in the air
I breathe
And
fall prey to speak
boldly in all the colors
you paint across
my mind
And so
this my love
is my meager poem
saying
I have not lived
until you brought me
air
I have not loved
until you touched my soul
Yet
Your kisses are gifts
with fairy-tales wishes
Including your kiss
good-bye
when I don't
feel like writing
I think of you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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