By gerrylegister on 12/15/2015
The call of your voice drifted by the wind
Sentimental feelings that warms the blood,
Followed romance to where the postage send,
Love letters strolling through winter's flood.
The contents being sent was of pearling intent.
Tracking the inflame heart each step of the way.
My treasury of words stored in the postmans tent.
Letters about things we pray and want to say.
The slightest hint opens wider eyes full of surprise,
Each blink holds a beautiful smile that paints
A perfect portrait, speaking silently about future prize
Eyes wide drips happy tears into cheerful complaints.
And follow the path that leads the fragrant breeze
Into ecstasy of dreams where love letters concealed,
The pinning mine of gold to make our voices freeze,
And feelings unfold in millions of kisses revealed.
The splendour of romance in the dance of desire
By candid fire, in the hall, startled hedges in the park,
Rush risk and twist the senses in fragility of pleasure,
And do all endeavours to let the emotions talk.
Forever, till it ends or love is a never ending story,
Putting our hearts under a spell to clean and miss,
The engrossed summons daring to make us worry,
Love letters bound softly forth in scrolls of happiness.
Moves our emotions in the twilight of folding nights,
Into highway carriages smelling the trove of rare scent,
Envelope transporting the innumerable contents,
Opening out into joyful radiance that beams absorbent.
Reciprocation of those feelings to care and cherish,
Dreams and hopes, between now and moments away
In which every heartbeat goes into the unfathomable wish.
And becomes coherent that radiate out physically.
With drops of watery tears, that makes the stars
Go around the moon, because love is a beautiful,
A blade of pearl makes romance blossomed like flowers,
In droplets that we clasp eternally close to our soul.
? By gerrylegister On 12/15/2015 7:15:32 PM