My heart burns with fire
as my eyes rain with desire
my mind dies in passion
as my body lives in satisfaction
my soul, my soul
the beginning and the end
my inner bean
my eternal love
my line of comfort.
There is a kind of purity that comes from your prose that speaks of a special soul. A soul born in love, to love, for all eternity. This really comes through. GW62
Desire, Being Fix the spelling but Never, Ever change the content. This is truly beautiful! H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My heart burns with fire as my eyes rain with desire Rachel Ann Butler