Nov 2010
My Beloved,
I want you to know
how i feel right now
in the darkness of my room,
On this serene Still night,
I think of you!
My empty heart
is filled with dreams of you,
bleeding with your passion,
wrapped within your soul.
Tomorrow is another day,
We might not be here,
OR,We might be gone,
But tonight,I'm here,
behind this misty window sill,
looking at the secret moon,
watching it's shadow on the wall,
Its reflection in cobbled alleys.
Tonight ,I'm here,alone,
looking at the yearning stars,
breathing in a Cobalt Universe,
of a hopeful faded destiny.
And, i watch a dew drop
falling gently,softly
on a dried silent auburn leaf,
as white winter snowflakes
cover autumn distant trees.
Tonight,in my solitude,
I watch the red breast bird,
the one I call My Robin,
cloaked in his brown fury coat,
returning to his cosy nest,
flying back to the place,
He once called home.
And ,i watch the world, moving slowly
with each tick-tock of the clock,
and,i mold your handsome face,
your absence,im my imagination,
Your eyes!your smile!your cry!
engraved, in every thought.
And ,hot tears flow brushing my cheeks,
as i die,i die and die in dusk again!!!
Yet,a faint pulse rate,still goes on,
not knowing exactly where we are,
not knowing where we'll be,
yet,knowing i must hold on,
Knowing that I'm still in love with you,
as the first day,as the next yesterday,
to the infinite depths of eternity.
And,i feel you,Your warmth,
The throbbing of a heartbeat,Still there,
deep inside the inner core of me.
And,i watch the desperate waves,
putting up their sails,
carryin me to you,to your arms,
and ,I see you face to face!
You search for my brown eyes,
Knowing,my eyes would never lie.
You search deep,finding the truth.
And you smile,as i bloom
in a sacred bed of fragrant petals,
as you lay and rest on me.
As,i feel me in your touch,
as you kiss my scarlet lips,
and my lashes,get wet,
as you whisper in my ear,
in your unique accent,
in that amorous voice!
You're still in love with me.
Then,i sleep, then,you sleep,
then,all dreams would be over,
all doubts would be free.
(To the O wner of my Heart)
I want you to know
how i feel right now
in the darkness of my room,
On this serene Still night,
I think of you!
My empty heart
is filled with dreams of you,
bleeding with your passion,
wrapped within your soul.
Tomorrow is another day,
We might not be here,
OR,We might be gone,
But tonight,I'm here,
behind this misty window sill,
looking at the secret moon,
watching it's shadow on the wall,
Its reflection in cobbled alleys.
Tonight ,I'm here,alone,
looking at the yearning stars,
breathing in a Cobalt Universe,
of a hopeful faded destiny.
And, i watch a dew drop
falling gently,softly
on a dried silent auburn leaf,
as white winter snowflakes
cover autumn distant trees.
Tonight,in my solitude,
I watch the red breast bird,
the one I call My Robin,
cloaked in his brown fury coat,
returning to his cosy nest,
flying back to the place,
He once called home.
And ,i watch the world, moving slowly
with each tick-tock of the clock,
and,i mold your handsome face,
your absence,im my imagination,
Your eyes!your smile!your cry!
engraved, in every thought.
And ,hot tears flow brushing my cheeks,
as i die,i die and die in dusk again!!!
Yet,a faint pulse rate,still goes on,
not knowing exactly where we are,
not knowing where we'll be,
yet,knowing i must hold on,
Knowing that I'm still in love with you,
as the first day,as the next yesterday,
to the infinite depths of eternity.
And,i feel you,Your warmth,
The throbbing of a heartbeat,Still there,
deep inside the inner core of me.
And,i watch the desperate waves,
putting up their sails,
carryin me to you,to your arms,
and ,I see you face to face!
You search for my brown eyes,
Knowing,my eyes would never lie.
You search deep,finding the truth.
And you smile,as i bloom
in a sacred bed of fragrant petals,
as you lay and rest on me.
As,i feel me in your touch,
as you kiss my scarlet lips,
and my lashes,get wet,
as you whisper in my ear,
in your unique accent,
in that amorous voice!
You're still in love with me.
Then,i sleep, then,you sleep,
then,all dreams would be over,
all doubts would be free.
(To the O wner of my Heart)
