I feel the lubricious eloquence of fingers of love,all over
through wind and waters, moonbeams from far heavens,
that alleviate my pain of separation, when I am left alone
in those caresses an unmistakable message I get,I sigh.
But you never acknowledge my presence not even once
do not even care to imply that you've seen me by chance.
day and night for me makes no difference, blinded by love
I am shameless, want to hear your voice sonorous, everywhere
you play hide and seek with finesse,remain alien to my ears.
The sanctity of my love is there for all to see,a sparkling diamond,
but every sign indicates that you don't melt in my temperature
colts let loose, my words are buoyant,eager to come to you, touch
But confused by your signals they run helter-skelter
not knowing how to seek you, where to search for,
how would I phrase my love to you,that sears me every minute,
for eons, never fulfilled as you refuse to walk by me, with a smile
But you remain my only love,pursue you, sure I would
the scent distinctive and the flower are one, no denying it.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
I feel the lubricious eloquence of fingers of love,all over
through wind and waters, moonbeams from far heavens,
that alleviate my pain of separation, when I am left alone
in those caresses an unmistakable message I get,I sigh.
But you never acknowledge my presence not even once
do not even care to imply that you've seen me by chance.
day and night for me makes no difference, blinded by love
I am shameless, want to hear your voice sonorous, everywhere
you play hide and seek with finesse,remain alien to my ears.
The sanctity of my love is there for all to see,a sparkling diamond,
but every sign indicates that you don't melt in my temperature
colts let loose, my words are buoyant,eager to come to you, touch
But confused by your signals they run helter-skelter
not knowing how to seek you, where to search for,
how would I phrase my love to you,that sears me every minute,
for eons, never fulfilled as you refuse to walk by me, with a smile
But you remain my only love,pursue you, sure I would
the scent distinctive and the flower are one, no denying it.
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