This breezy wind,
Guides me back to you
How can I guide me away
from the brunt of his words
With the eloquent of the poet
That still knocks on between my rips
Come with me, He says in gasp
To the secret Garden
To show you the youngest
Heart that is mentioned
with love till this moment.
You and I
mentioned this young heart
when our lips met in good.
Lips, contaminated
with the longing
of a platonic Love.
Our poor little Heart
is almost melting
from the grief
of not yet experienced
happiness.
Waft of words
on burning coals,
as the husky voice
"Come with me
to the secret Garden"
guide me back.
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nice....i like that he wants you to come with...so that you can guide him...magical write....
ReplyDeletelove the title, smiles.
ReplyDeleteIncredible imagery!
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