*Every transparent drop of her love in disguise of salted rain
takes me away from my melancholy pain
I breathlessly look up at into the castle of indigo sky
Whatever it is --- Love's unspeakable - A lie
I preciously speak up the versions of truth to me,
but the words're seemed so lost behind the fog, I see
Though the love's found ov'r, the hues of, her delicate lips;
attract me toward her - her love ain't make me sick
I'm an Italic poet - Italian love's my first choice
The mist of her eyes,- so moist - Even the poetry belongs to her kiss
I need her love - A love that takes me to nowhere, I fly
Even the warmth of her mouth makes me blessed with the ecstasy of her rejoice.*
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
*Every transparent drop of her love in disguise of salted rain
takes me away from my melancholy pain
I breathlessly look up at into the castle of indigo sky
Whatever it is --- Love's unspeakable - A lie
I preciously speak up the versions of truth to me,
but the words're seemed so lost behind the fog, I see
Though the love's found ov'r, the hues of, her delicate lips;
attract me toward her - her love ain't make me sick
I'm an Italic poet - Italian love's my first choice
The mist of her eyes,- so moist - Even the poetry belongs to her kiss
I need her love - A love that takes me to nowhere, I fly
Even the warmth of her mouth makes me blessed with the ecstasy of her rejoice.*
