I think of the promise
Whenever, you lean over me to kiss.
Your blush, and my assuring smile,
Always confirms me, that every while,
We'll be we. Even if not near,
Our love, we will always wear,
And feel the warmth in it.
The never ending desire that lit,
Is our Grail, In which we drink.
And sip more of it and sink,
And sink more in the hangover,
Just like lost-in-wilderness lover.
And preach the promise we gave,
With every kiss in it we lave.
.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
I think of the promise
Whenever, you lean over me to kiss.
Your blush, and my assuring smile,
Always confirms me, that every while,
We'll be we. Even if not near,
Our love, we will always wear,
And feel the warmth in it.
The never ending desire that lit,
Is our Grail, In which we drink.
And sip more of it and sink,
And sink more in the hangover,
Just like lost-in-wilderness lover.
And preach the promise we gave,
With every kiss in it we lave.
.
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