Here I exist in an emotional fathom,
for my love is too distant to touch.
A never ending sigh of romanticism,
pining her presence to lovingly clutch.
My loving through a dreamed eye,
thoughts of her sweet flesh of passion.
So far away is my beautiful butterfly,
with frail wings of a fluttering vision.
Beyond a wish is a taste of her kiss,
lips dreamed softer than rose petals.
To love beyond this lexis of bliss,
experienced between our terminals.
1 comment:
this is simply a beautiful poem..every line.,...i like your style and hope to r ead more
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