And id rather be in a tropical garden losst amongst flowers and hazelnut treees
I dont dread the shadows of the sun
waiting for the dawn again mr jones, says postman pat
killing all your enemies my love drinking thir blood because i love you
an unsuspected time, and age of astonishing revolutions of the wheel
neverending ecstacy, the all consuming fire is enturage of my desires compounded b y something more than agreable complancy.
i love your smile
your inname happynes is an osbtacle to infinity,
over the barriers, your place on earth is chalenged by the burden of the flesh, or rather the burden of the flesh prevents union with the divine and the tought process, anything you find that is not censorred, delites my sensorial recognition like the power of love
love is not a kleenex
it isnt in the cereal packet
the satires in the garden of are increasinngly restles waiting for judgement, my senses are distracted
by the beauty of the begonias
we will launch dreamy vessels of delight through fine arteries tonight, in the velvet night that compounds golden arch
love that adorns
give and recieve transformation to a bird
conference of the holy feast of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem but spell check goes a long way.