Sunday, April 10, 2016

Loving ~Ye~

Falling from sky,
Love mine,
Is like a feather
Of a bird
Upon me,
Caressing me to sleep
Into Womb Thine
Of poesy
Of Our creation
Of A Beauty
Like our Only Passion,

Loving You
Is so Endless
That every moment
I find You
In every pores of my dry skin,

And whence Your feathery escape
Gives me Wings
Of Poesy Unlimited,
I just drop on thy lap
White and more i get dyed
By Your Love,

Tabula rasa

Where You with me
Click, fully synced,

To reach
Our,

Our Eterni~tie.

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