The murmur of the sly hours seize Panting the breath into violent grief, Love that disdains Leave anyone in despair. True link thus detests, All things in the world disdains Other than dear ones loving heart.
Love must ever be known for sincere That sincere love looks upon Mutual striving towards each other And the intensity of love looks upon Being upfront in and out With no taboos In sweet surrender.
And the language of love looks upon The cravings to meet each other in the eyes, Desperately seeking to tell the love And stare at each other until communicated And love be spoken as they meet And retreat in sweet dreams Like shining stars.
Love is of the kind related to mind. Falling in love is such a wonderful feeling; It shines like a diamond Inside of the mind. When heart is broken, love is more cruel Than diamond particles slowly gaped in And times merriment forsaken.
If love is not timely sought, Pain will never cease And pangs of death imminent. Love is not a gossamer in dew’d grass But a magic web of encircled kindness. Love is of the kind related to mind.
I sure miss you here, (In the hope that you miss me too) And if you don't, I don't know where this narrow path through dense woods will take me at the end. No way, I could go back to the begining when my hope is there in the journey's end.
Presumptions, we think would have no thorns to fear, but cause vein jumps again and again that may prove the grapes were sore after all.
Every wish prompting one to hit the road, often with no rhyme or reason, would have underlying conditions, though unseen from where one starts. Why, are we afraid to speak openly how the journey would end even when we set out so excited?
On your wall beyond the reach of my eager eyes are sketches still incomplete; that may break or make me. And what it does to you then is an idea vague in my imagination.