Monthly Archives: August 2013
My lover’s lips are beautiful, Their face like chiseled marble. My lover’s eyes are soft and warm, Their hair falls as curtains of silk. My lover’s laugh is tinkling bells, Their sorrow is short-lived. But one thing rules, My lover’s … Continue reading
The fire on thy lover’s lips, Is measured in the frantic heartbeats Of thy lover’s heart.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. And yes, All of this is true. But what you cannot see with eyes, Is what forces our goodbyes.
The mountains so high, The oceans so deep. In these places, I hear lovers weep. For a time that passes, Along the wind. These, the times, when we had not Sinned.
Wise faces look upon the battlefield, Their eyes as fire; A fatal desire To be free.