You spilled a beam of air
Cool, but full of warmth
At my earlobes, as usual you do!
I felt your essence
Almost of those days
While you laid
Your whispering lips coo...! !
I was then talking of that lass
Far from the north horizon-
Who made such a barter of things!
To have me as her hub of life
She would exchange all her wealth
If I planted a kiss on her nude
And share my life and path for her wings! !
You spilled a beam of air Cool, but full of warmth At my earlobes, as usual you do! I felt your essence Almost of those days While you laid Your whispering lips coo...! ! Felt as if someone new was trying to intrude into your life. Was there any such event, Sir? Will you somehow describe? However the poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing the poem.
So many slip by but the memories remain. I liked this one very much. Tom Billsborough
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To have me as her hub of life She would exchange all her wealth If I planted a kiss on her nude And share my life and path for her wings! ! Such a wild proposal shared in between, that too without my knowledge? Kidding, Thanks for the poem.