The time my heart was beating to be a,
Pulse next to yours,
My fingers were dialing your number,
My mind travelled a million miles,
A hour when I heard the call of,
Your voice.
The clouds were painted with the face.
Of a love Ifelt. The senses I have,
Are tipping the bail of sex.
The light burns on and off, the road,
Ahead leads to a open wound of,
A painful memory.
A song I played reminded me of a,
Kiss we shared.
A slow movie I watched took me back,
To the first touch you give me.
The first love I love younow never,
To be said again
As Rumi said, The wound is the place Where the light enters. This too shall pass. Very touchy poem Sharron. I can relate to this beautiful poem.10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much feeling - a 10!