The dream of just floating -
in a perfect bubble of glisteneing colours,
reflecting silver, blue, and purple.
As the sun shines on this space -
I look at you.
Your eyes sparkle,
your smile warms my heart,
your hand holding mine -
sends tingles from my head to my toes.
This amazing connection we share -
blows my mind into this fantasy world,
that belongs to only us.
In our bubble of perfection.
Sunday 6th October 2002
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Charmaine, I like the bubble concept... unfortunately, in real life, the bubble often bursts. Great poem though! ! Brian