Faceless love, like strawberries of a fading night
deeds done on a hurried night,
I wish that i dont get stuck on yesterday for all i know
tommorrow may never come! ! ! ! !
Facelove
sight of my faceless love is what reassures me that
love still exists.
thus i thrive on with my faceless love,
in stolen moments in a hurried sacred moment.
These deeds are done secretly
This poem inspires deeper thought - it HAS to be read more than once.... please write more...
i've read this poem three times now... there's something about it... i don't know if i'm intrupting it the way your message was supposed to come across... i'll ponder over it again later.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing piece... I have taken great delight interpreting this into my own vision :)