If kissing you were possible in this life,
Then what hope is there of bliss?
If that true happiness is in life's strife,
How can heaven be better than your kiss?
Then let the night be our shade,In the world- our sheltered glade.
Damned be the morn, we'll chase it's rise,
And make merry under the darkened skies.
Should making merry under darkened skiesMean kissing your lips under the moonlight?
If so, I could keep you 'til morn
Joy is an understatement
I feel twice and more
The blushing moon is our only light,Hush, my dear, she shines so bright.
As I taste your cherry lips tonight,
Leave not my side till morning light.
Keep me warm by your loveIt's getting cold out
I could stay like this forever
I wish we could stay like this
For if you leave I'll doubt it's just a dream,Of Love and Imagination bursting at the seam,
And, melting into the oblivion of time,
My life loses reason to rhyme.
When the sun shines I hope it's you that I seeFirst thing in the morning, on your favorite white tee
If someday, something will break this
I'll keep your rhymes, this I promise
If the sun shines, there will I be,By the side of the one who makes me..
If I am not there, then I am no more,
A man is nothing without his core.
Oh how I'll love it when the sun shines thenBecause I'll open my eyes and you'll still be there
All my life, I've only got sunsets
You make the sun rise for me
But I understand if you need to sleep,You go ahead, leave me to weep..
I'm used to it now, after so long,
The shadows of memories begin to throng.
Don't make me go dear, it breaks meI can stay awake to stay with you
Sleep is something I don't consider when I'm with you
So kiss my tears away
I could write an ocean, and still have more,You are the reason I'm not so sore.
If you'd hold me tonight, I'd show you why,
And there'd be no more tears to cry.
I'm afraid if I'll hold you, I'll break youAnd you might disintegrate away from me
But your kisses keep these thoughts away from me
Keep me warm until then
It's really alright, I understand,If you'll only hold my hand.
Tell me its okay, try to pretend.
It's what keeps us warm in the end.
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He said She said
Poetry"You are my poetry," He said. "You are the words that make me," She said. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #48 in Poetry 2/4/2017 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their resp...