Lilac Wine


His Words


His words...

His words float like stars sparkling twinkling in the heavens above
Dancing descending in a downward spiral of dreams
Caressing my heart
Warming my soul


Words that make love to me
Words that flow like blossom from his lips
Words that sparkle and twinkle in his eyes
Words that fill empty days and nights with dreams
Words that thrash and crash with untamed passion
Words that soothe and heal like soft silky kisses
Words that wipe away the tears and the pain
Words that illuminate the darkest days
Words that bring forth the laughter and smiles



His words make me soar like a kite high above the clouds
Dancing descending in a downward spiral of dreams
Caressing my heart
Warming my soul

His words

Submitted: Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012

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