Once I! Twice Love! ! Thrice You! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

My soul hovers for you.
Even more when I beheld you.
Now my saliva fails me.
Much more I feel need to hold you.

Once! I had beheld your beauty.
Not comparable, my strength leaves me.
No matter my choice of word, diction!
I can't make up words, just illusions.
To express my heart.
How so the mighty wonder.
Even now I am no more.
Master of my tongue.
Or my lips let me say.
It is I but I with what?

Twice! Love I had conjured up.
To savour the moment I created.
But withheld by your beauty.
I asked myself.
Who will sing your lyrics?
Who can admire you?
Like I do - I'm engrossed.
Then without notice, a gentle breeze.
Swift past - I recall.
It is I but I with what?
I with Love!

Thrice! ! ! I had taken courage.
Wanting to speak to you.
But moment of love never came.
Love is the impulse of the moment.
Your eyes are your prestige.
Your laughter like a clarity waterfall.
Your endless charm, I feel like draping.
All these set on my mind.

Yet.All I ever wanted.
Is to feel the warmth of your embrace.
And tell you I LOVE YOU.
Then it is I with Love with You.
Once I! Twice Love! ! Thrice You! ! !
Love is the moment with you.