Curve Me Dear Wishfully... Poem by Antonio Liao

Curve Me Dear Wishfully...



It was you, so mystified fourthly years
ago, splendid with Roses in the forehead
leading to the altar of vow; as the choir
witness the melted candle in the edge of
a numbers of balloon, the faces of life
ensemble

stuffed perfume shake every hands,
where a face looks like so virgin that waits
to see the dawning groomed, you’re a
bride for a toes, lock beneath the trembling
heart of suspense

few anxiety assembles in the ground for
the soul rejoice, popped up seems nowhere
to go, such man walking down the isles of
happiness, oh! what a wedding promise of
curving the straight

now, footage of steps leads me to a great
surrender of my wonderful wish, please bring
me there, my love …

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kranthi Pothineni 26 January 2010

Nice write but I liked the title of this write a lot.

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