The distance is far,
Cannot be measured
The hearts are two,
Miles apart
The feelings so pure,
They are one for sure
How hard I may try,
This love won’t stop
Your colors of love,
Have filled my life
Violet, indigo, blue
Green, Yellow, Orange
Red looks so bright
In our land of light
Without saying a word
You speak a lot
Without touching me ever
You touch my soul
In the stillness of night
When I embrace you and sleep
No land so beautiful
No touch so wonderful
No smell so sweeter
No breath so warmer
The beauty of new love the start of a wild ride the soft murmur of their voice that set look in their eyes that rush of not knowing what lies ahead
the real beauty of poetry is untold words and its convivals Without saying a word You speak a lot Without touching me ever You touch my soul In the stillness of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The imaginative colorful thoughts on love show the bondage between the poetess and the one she adores very firm. Love is indeed very much pure if one shows tenderness and the more you are polite, it will come and shield you very artfully and present its softness to the loving souls.....10/10