Sometimes I trick myself into believing I can smell you
and I let the moonlight slip through my fingers
death has no stronger a hold on me than you do
but my thoughts have wings and they fly to you
while I stay behind playing a love scene by myself.
1-20-08
Often less is........................ MORE! and this is! Rogerx.
Sometimes I trick myself into believing I can smell you and I let the moonlight slip through my fingers......... ........................I love these lines.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful yet humble words. i love your closing lines.