Treasure Island

AyA AlforqueyAlfeche


Ode of Aya-A Heartbeat of an Immortal


Time spent endlessly
Time went quickly
Each night am dying
Each day am living

My heart wear’s not
My temper blazes not
My smile losses not
My love fails not

Two beings become one
Entwined into one
Dreaming in one
And Living as one

Like a start to write poems
Like a wind kisses my cheek
Like a galloping horses
Like a child with her candy stick

Memories as many as the sands in the dessert
Bodies are cold under the moonlight
Yet fires burning over the summer height
Take me there my sweet dreamy heart

Your warmth embrace
Your sweet caress
A hand touches my soul
A heartbeat of an immortal

Submitted: Thursday, June 09, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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