When there is the madness
of love in my eyes,
then, the fairies of happiness
and sorrow unite and make love
inside me.
Then, you can see death's
nectar flooding in my eyes,
and life, enjoys this nectar,
for her beloved is melodious
in those moments.
Melody, is the word
that is closest to love...
© Manan sheel.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
When there is the madness
of love in my eyes,
then, the fairies of happiness
and sorrow unite and make love
inside me.
Then, you can see death's
nectar flooding in my eyes,
and life, enjoys this nectar,
for her beloved is melodious
in those moments.
Melody, is the word
that is closest to love...
© Manan sheel.
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