Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits are mines.
IBPoetry©
2/5/2018
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits are mines.
IBPoetry©
2/5/2018
A soul mate is not a roommate.
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