The fine curves of hairs serpentine
A dote to the poison of love is your lips
Mine is the heart that you tore apart
Every page you turn to seek your name
Holiness is to the deity when I make you
The alter of my soul on the cross of my love
My eyes find you in the dark wide open
Holding the rosary lest lost in the scent
I breathe to your chest the warmth of life
Though half conscious I lay buried my self
Dreams of other world are seen by the musk
Soul to soul is the meaning of love in cipher
Enter my eyes like the waves on the shore
The sun goes down like I shall sail your way
By the North Star as the diamond in your ring
Show me the way to be by your side
Each side I turn to find void when awake
Each night is a storm of lust in your love
7/12/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem