To love and
to be loved,
is the most precious blessing.
I was blessed,from the day you looked at me in the eyes,
holding me tight against you till,i could feel your breath against my face,
you lowered your mouth to mine
you kissed me with all the passion you had,
then you whispered to my ears 'I love you'.
YOU ARE READING
The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
