Each words of everyday morning,
Your words that rhythms to my morning,
Waking me up everyday morning,
Daily entice into evil ways morning.
A melancholic mood turns into astonishing mood,
Rhythms of hair rumour me to come back,
Into spacial-special bed wherein our happiness cardle each night.
Whispered your melodramatic voice,
When soul's tired,
And it abruptly sway as your voice tells,
To let it dance as your words tell when it turns.
Whispered your stir romantic voice,
To tell me were sleeping soul and body move,
And make you enthralled to my svelte body and harmonious my steps,
Forward to the kitchen where we can start our day.
YOU ARE READING
It's a gift
Poetrymy love, my received feedback nor feelings. Some hurts. Some not. But considered as a gift to challenge you as a person. I hope you like it.
