Saturday, November 17, 2007
The face is the mirror of the mind
The smiles, the garden, where blooms the dreams
The voice turn to be the waves of the emotions
My beloved, you are the idol of love.
Your heart throbs chants magical words
In soft tunes, intoxicate me
Into a mesmerized spell.
Awakens me with the sweetness
Of an ardent kiss on my parched lips.
The yearning of our hearts, to embrace,
And cling to the arms of each other,
Puts me to slumber- a passionate trance.
Take me to a green lush island
Of strange, soft tenderness…