That she
would lay her hand
upon my brow,
word me
to a security of love,
lie beside me
like my soul,
kiss me
to a safe haven,
make love to me
as an Eve
in some maybe
paradise.
That she might relate
to me how love
has touched her too,
how has made her feel
in heart and mind;
has it made her
like me,
love blind?
That she in life
as in my dreams,
talks of the beauty
of our shared love,
of her feelings
opened up to me,
as mine revealed to her
all that I feel;
is this love?
she may ask,
or are we ill?
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
That she
would lay her hand
upon my brow,
word me
to a security of love,
lie beside me
like my soul,
kiss me
to a safe haven,
make love to me
as an Eve
in some maybe
paradise.
That she might relate
to me how love
has touched her too,
how has made her feel
in heart and mind;
has it made her
like me,
love blind?
That she in life
as in my dreams,
talks of the beauty
of our shared love,
of her feelings
opened up to me,
as mine revealed to her
all that I feel;
is this love?
she may ask,
or are we ill?
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