Mystic_revolution
08-30-2006, 04:42 AM
My Love.
My love,
Your hand is not warm,
yet when my skin feels you,
It is a such warmness.
Our love is greater,
Than the sun and the moon,
It makes us new,
It makes us proud.
Love is a power,
that nor you or I my love can use,
It chooses its hearts desire,
You are this.
You feel me when i cry,
When i hurt,
or in pain.
I feel you,
when you sob,
and fall into pain,
under night skys of dark.
My love,
We are binded by the heart,
The soul and the skin.
Kiss me know,
Under the sky,
In this place,
In our hearts.
\\\\\\\\\\\\
Ta. <3
My love,
Your hand is not warm,
yet when my skin feels you,
It is a such warmness.
Our love is greater,
Than the sun and the moon,
It makes us new,
It makes us proud.
Love is a power,
that nor you or I my love can use,
It chooses its hearts desire,
You are this.
You feel me when i cry,
When i hurt,
or in pain.
I feel you,
when you sob,
and fall into pain,
under night skys of dark.
My love,
We are binded by the heart,
The soul and the skin.
Kiss me know,
Under the sky,
In this place,
In our hearts.
\\\\\\\\\\\\
Ta. <3