Fragmented lyrics of her heart
were more inflaming
than vanquished wine glass
escorted by wine reverting.
Thirst of my heart
was draughty twinning
the itching of thorny cactus
of the burning desert.
Both anxious hearts are
more breathless,
than sun nailing down
the thirsty hills.
This hustle of hearts
was alike flame of a Christmas candles
arguing with the disagreeable
surfing wind to glow.
-Rue
YOU ARE READING
"Whispers of the Heart"
RomanceLove, a majestic force that ignites the soul and fills the heart with passion, is an adventure that knows no bounds. It takes me on a journey of discovery, where I find ourselves lost in a world of wonder and enchantment. Love consumes me, I am tran...
