A letter to the admirer,
a word which makes the taste of honey sweet,
a word that lifts the dead leafs off of the barren ground.
A letter written with words so grand,
that my heart beats to her wondrous hands,
by a letter that travels the lands,
where the dust meets the sand.
Maybe they can light a spark in you.
where the fire kindles a flame of my spirit
into your heart,
so my words can
reach the tears of your crying soul,
and dry your eyes.
Like a rose that drinks the raindrops,
and gives color to the summer nights.
Our love is so high,
that I can cry your tears,
I can feel your fears,
I can see so clear,
my words,
reflecting in you,
my dear.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoesíaThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
