She cuckoos & swags across the heart
for stealing the breath off its beat,
I enjoy listening to her voices
whispering from somewhere outta Georgia street
William Shakespeare did speak,
"In delay there lies no plenty,----
Then come kiss me, sweety-n-twenty"
So I do write,
"Her devotional love makes the oceans restive,---
Even a breath of her ice crystals muse makes my heart festive"
And, winds blow
Her love arrives to my way,
Waves starting to flow
in one-direction where there's no sun-ray
With some caramel hues of her nocturnal love,
I inhale her throughout the night
Melancholy clouds burst out, though No Mistreat,
The echoes of rain start whispering around me,
&, along such a mist, she cuckoos & swags across the heart with naked feet.
The first title of the write was "Her Bare Feet - One Breath". IInd Title was "The Epiphany Of Her Love. Well, then I modify the write a wee bit more and come up with the current title.
Ps. Today I learn one thing that`s... "Editing" is way hard than "Writing". It even changes the whole concept of 'Writing'. So one needs to be much focused when it`s a matter of 'Editing'.
Feb.20.2015!