Soaked in the silver light of your love,
I want to linger a while,
and love to tell my heart:
here is a rare work of art,
by an artist, whom I adore.
As my eyes meet yours,
a tenderness, moves my heart,
different from what I ever felt.
You too are full of light,
your eyes brim with words magical,
that needs no voice.
There are limits, yes, I should admit,
to how close two hearts could get.
But we could still remember
in spite of fog, that obscures our path,
that we are beings limitless.
We clearly see the light,
in which our hearts melt and fuse.
There is nothing that would stop us,
from being ethereally united.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
Soaked in the silver light of your love,
I want to linger a while,
and love to tell my heart:
here is a rare work of art,
by an artist, whom I adore.
As my eyes meet yours,
a tenderness, moves my heart,
different from what I ever felt.
You too are full of light,
your eyes brim with words magical,
that needs no voice.
There are limits, yes, I should admit,
to how close two hearts could get.
But we could still remember
in spite of fog, that obscures our path,
that we are beings limitless.
We clearly see the light,
in which our hearts melt and fuse.
There is nothing that would stop us,
from being ethereally united.
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