loving you is like waiting for the spring,
the love that winds around my fingers
a stream that will fill with the most beautiful light.
when you open your eyes to my kisses,
i fill with the summer and the bright stars,
so chill with loneliness, leave.
i forget that the moon hangs like a
silver leaf in a sky of swallow's song,
while the rose that winter stole,
that died in my lovelorn arms,
left like the impressionist the water loved,
until all i could see was the dreams
of the water, and all i could feel was
the sleeping of the dark.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
loving you is like waiting for the spring,
the love that winds around my fingers
a stream that will fill with the most beautiful light.
when you open your eyes to my kisses,
i fill with the summer and the bright stars,
so chill with loneliness, leave.
i forget that the moon hangs like a
silver leaf in a sky of swallow's song,
while the rose that winter stole,
that died in my lovelorn arms,
left like the impressionist the water loved,
until all i could see was the dreams
of the water, and all i could feel was
the sleeping of the dark.
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