Feeling the beauty of senses coming alive, awakening in the
blissful sleep of night, bringing the scents of love into
such gardens of sensations.
Love touching the very essence of my being, carrying me away
into the wild blue yonder, from all the cares of this world.
Knowing the interior depths as they call forth the pattern
and designs of this energetic love that now resides within.
Soothing so complacently and completely, no place left to
hide, being expressed temptingly into the morning sunrise,
awaiting nothing, just giving everything a texture of
designs in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good morning Roseann, and it's time, I'm sorry to tell you to wake up! Wake up! That was a great, romantic poem, enjoyed, Loyd