Walk into the wild woods with me,
Perhaps to never return again.
To sit along the banks of a gently flowing river,
With the vast blue sky above,
And soft green earth below.
I will hold your hand,
And watch,
Dawn turn into dusk.
And gaze into your blue eyes,
Profound and deep and calm,
Like the morning sea.
I can drown in them,
And emerge,
Feeling more alive than dead.
To watch time fade into oblivion,
Where no months, no dates, no days exist,
But you.. And only you.
And by your side.. Me.
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Heer (1)
PoetryA love poem for her, Heer. Heer is a thought, she is an idea.. maybe she exists, maybe she does not. she is the one I look for, she is art, she is music, she is my favorite book...and maybe she is real.
