Tuesday, June 17, 2014

POETRY: YOUR KISS

1

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Tell me where's my love tonight.
Tell me who, tell me where.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,

How come you look so sad
On this bright, shiny night?
What will happen tommorow night?
The world is resting while you are watching
Keep me safe and keep me warm.
Give me dreams and make them true.




2

Love saves in turbulent times
   of life's unpredictable moments
   And rescues from dangers
   of life's undetectable changes
Love reveals lost identity
   in figment of imaginations
   And traces elapsed memories
   in lonely pools of sadness
Love delivers from insidious enemies
   in perfidious paths of life
   And fills the souls with
   endless possibilities beyond mind's eye
Love fills the heart with
   indestructible pride and boldness
   And revives the forgotten
   hopes and dreams before its dawn
Love is all we ever live
   to desire and aspire
   To transform our hearts in life's
   diverse streams of pain and pleasure



3

if you were a teardrop in my eye
for fear of losing you i would never cry
and if the golden sun should cease to shine its light
just one smile from you would make my whole world bright
when leaves have fallen from the trees
and the sky has filled up with storm
just the thought of your gentle touch
is enough to keep me warm
when the moon up in the sky
shines a faint blue light
memories of times we shared
will keep me from sleep at night
if i only had the courage to speak these words to you
every one is from the heart and couldn't be more true!

     



4

With one soft touch,
You had me wrapped around your little finger.
My devotion...
You had it from the start.
A companionship of pure illusion.
An experience like no other in the past.
Your subtle, charming ways leave me breathless.
All at once I find myself pushing you away,
But deep inside hoping, praying that maybe this time it will last.
Never can I find the words to express what I feel.
You've brought happiness into my life by showing me where to find it.
As expected there is pain,
But joy is never far behind.
Emotion once restrained no longer stays in hiding.
Indecision screams at me saying this couldn't be real.
Somehow my heart knows it is not true.
I often ask God why I deserve a friend like you.
Someone who makes me feel so whole,
Makes everything that once caused me so much pain feel clean, new.
The answer to this question I may never know.
They say nothing lasts forever,
But friend, my heart could never let you go.



5

Here we are, you and me,
                  For you and I were meant to be.
                      Here we are, all alone
               In this place I like to call my home.

                      Here we are, sitting down,
                 Both with smiles, none with frowns.
                  Here we are thinking of what to do,
                    Then you say, "Come here,."

                    Here we are, kissing each other
                   All alone with no one to bother.
                        Here we are, on my bed
                And I am thinking, "What's in my head?"

                      Here we are, making love,
              Knowing that we were both sent from above.

                      Here We are, Kissing Again
                All alone and not surrounded by friends
                       Here we are, you and me
                 Loving each other for all ETERNITY.


6


When you press your lips to mine
With a love so pure, so genuine
The feelings you arouse I can't resist
Sensual emotions, the power of just one kiss

The way you look into my eyes
The way our bodies harmonize
The caressing motion of an endless ocean
Sailing us away into infinity
I become you, you become me

As I lie in your embrace
The look of beauty upon your face
The yearning of my heart, the burning desire
The longing to be a part of you forever
The feelings you arouse I can't resist
Sensual emotions, the power of just one kiss

     

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