Breathe my name with the breeze that rustles
Through the leaves and part your velvet-touched
Lips, that they may take my own rough ones
To a place as near bliss insomuch
That I can smell the melting morning dew
On your frosted hazel eyes through
Your lips. Let me uncloak you with
Trembling hands, and bid adieu
To whatever sadness resided in our hearts,
Through your ***** and its plaintive song,
So supple and melodious, falling
Only on ears to which it belongs.
I've lost myself in you beyond recovery;
Call on me and you will find me true,
If God wills, as the answer to
This most exquisite question - you.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Breathe my name with the breeze that rustles
Through the leaves and part your velvet-touched
Lips, that they may take my own rough ones
To a place as near bliss insomuch
That I can smell the melting morning dew
On your frosted hazel eyes through
Your lips. Let me uncloak you with
Trembling hands, and bid adieu
To whatever sadness resided in our hearts,
Through your ***** and its plaintive song,
So supple and melodious, falling
Only on ears to which it belongs.
I've lost myself in you beyond recovery;
Call on me and you will find me true,
If God wills, as the answer to
This most exquisite question - you.
