On the shadows of life, Between the world of closing and opening, Between the seen and unseen, She suffers being alone. A heart of beauty cries in silence. Oh! The Rose silently falls apart. She is only seen for bloom of her face, Her total body admired and loved and desired. Never asked from mouths that speak of love, Do you cry? Are you alone in the sunshine? Do you thirst in love as water for you? She is silent, slow the suffering, Her beauty unmatched. Yet she reveals herself to the outside, Hoping for a kiss in love, She waits in the day for love, In silence at night tears of gentleness falls. Instead of just her beauty. She chances upon fate 3 months of the year To bloom. For a connection, for love. Some get cut, some die faster then fast from Not caring. For people are people and history repeats, The story of why, The beautiful Rose bloom only a few times a year.
Out of your skin Within the net cast with My hands to catch you. As a priceless treasure For my love.
The mornings rise of life begins.. You are my woman I am your man. Strength of each, makes us, makes we.. My love.
I see you bare and naked Between the light and darkness, Not afraid, standing tall.
You been on both ends, My woman, my dear. From flying in the heavens to Drowning in the blackness... There you are..standing firm. I see in yours eyes..the fire of living..... I feel in your touch The sadness and love of Softness. As I taste you, Let's drink life together.
In the moment In the time when eyes first see In the moment in the time When our bodies become one to be For we will know What we we already know The stars and then moons above Orbit for our love In the moment in time Our stories unfold Finding at last Other hearts gold We are made for one another We are the flames that dance in the night In that moment In that time Everything is just right... In the moment in the time When we meet...you and me The longing and the belonging Belongs to you and me..
I of the word, I of the song, You of the sentence, you of the music. She is, I am..both of us, belonging to no one, except, alone in bed, separate. Pretending and imagining, we do. . The night manifests her dreams within me, within you. Paired together, two separate roots far apart. Seeking, plowing into the earth to touch one another. As even the air becomes rock to us..to touch and hold. Two in the night seeking to become one.
When we are all said and done, My tender sweet loving one, As we hold each other rocking back and forth, Each with loving and caring full of growth, As the birds sing in the glen, As we make love again, Misty eyes of passions of green, I look above and pray to the skies, Your heart, your soul and your beautiful eyes, From nature in morning dew and not being alone, As we love each other in our special cozy heart, As the sun and stars in the skies, I love you so much, Looking at your beautiful eyes
A day. What is a day not meant for me? Walking in dark roads in the sunlight. Cold is the sunshine hitting my eyes. Paths taken in faith, ends up a dead end. . The dew of the morning has turn solid into dirt. Histories of words spoken repressed in my heart. How many times I believed, how foolish was I to be deceived. I speak not of anything, for nothing is real. . Short the story, long the pain. Short the thought, long the journey alone. This song, not of innocence. This wind, not of softness. What is a day not meant for me, when I believed. Lies.
timvaughn_That was absolutely amazing and perfectly constructed. The way your descriptive nature was about love for her absolutely impressed me. This was one of the most beautiful things I've ever read and I never read long poems. This was absolutely beautiful creation to fully felt from your heart. And I'm actually impressed that you started to follow me thank you very much