I built a luftschloss in my mind
About us and hoped to stop that
Moment and frame that seraphic
Smile of yours.
The dark skin of yours never ceases
To attract me like a bee to nectar,
The veins in your arms like the roots
In the ground.
Those beautiful eyes of yours
Is the best creation of the god.
O to be held by those arms of yours
And stay like a piece of lightening in
A rain cloud, in the comfort of your arms.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoetryA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...
