I clothe my chasteness with
your innocence
I clothe my coyness with
your modesty
I clothed my nakedness with
your skin
I clothe my crispiness with
your dew
I clothe my breathlessness with
your gasp
Beautifully penned. God has given us glittering garments. You have rightly identified them. But we cover them with our hypocracy. CP
that took me somewhere very well written- the 'i' and 'your' with the 'clothe' as a binder-simply beautiful-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soo soothin....enjoyed readin it...romantic......sebastine...........