My days with you are seeds
that bloom at night.
Our love is life in agreement.
I write to preserve what is
-in vain-
still the future's dear to me.
You must understand it is not only
death and lonelyness, that grow with days,
also love & life grow
the warmth of your hand
and friendship, each day.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC