We lay together,
Reclined in dark,
Your silhouette outlined
By ambient light,
The moon
Or some residue of
Starshine.
I see your breast
Rise gently,
Hold,
And release,
The soft sighs
Of air flowing
In and out,
In and out.
“Common as the air”,
It is said
To describe the
Unnoted,
A thing so commonplace
As to be unseen.
Yet, I love the air
And find it more
Valued than all
Precious gems.
For it is the air
You breathe
That expands your lungs,
Enriches your blood,
To make the skin, hair,
And bone of you.
To make more of you
To love.
I shall treasure
This trove,
This animator of love,
‘Til the air in me
Stirs no more.
Wow Charles i got goosebumps reading this beautiful love poem Every line is a perfect hymn of love.Great read i give it a ten
Wow Charles i got goosebumps reading this beautiful love poem Every line is a perfect hymn of love.Great read i give it a ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lie, not lay, my friend. right? i wish ice cream were as common as the air. BUT then there would SURELY me more of me to love! trove trōv/ noun noun: trove; plural noun: troves a store of valuable or delightful things. the museum's trove of antique treasure (thanks, Google) bri :)