We aren't together
even when the nature itself
is full of love,
The moon hugs the clouds
and sometimes shyly hiding
herself in his chest,
The sun kisses the sky
beaming bright at the sight
of his beloved once he
rises from the sea.
The sea rushes to the shore
to see his lover leaving his
wife, seabed, behind.
The shy trees shiver
as their lover, the air,
brushes past their branches
and leaves teasing them.
But O my beloved darling,
we aren't in each other's arms
caressing and kissing each other
while shivering in joy with our touches.
YOU ARE READING
Love, insecurity and pain
PoesíaA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
