Under the Loire's endless blue,
where river murmurs to sky's soft hue,
they meet, two hearts, once lost in dreams,
now flesh and breath, with eyes that gleam.
Weeks had passed, slow-aching days,
bound by words in shadowed ways;
now hands touch, fingers trace,
a rhythm only lovers embrace.
The world fades; there's only here—
the river's flow, the sky so clear.
They sit on a bench, close, then near,
like magnets pulled without fear.
Lips meet, soft and pure,
their silent vow, a touch so sure.
The breeze whispers through trees so old,
yet warmth between them feels bold.
They are found, these wandering souls,
in love's wild grace that takes control.
Two bodies lost, two spirits one,
as love blooms beneath a shining sun.
YOU ARE READING
we won't cry anymore
Puisia collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
