Your back is turned to me
and I try to imagine the lines
of your mouth…
whether they are set in determination
or soft in reminiscence..
My eyes follow the curve of your
shoulders, down your arms to your
hands which are busy with something,
I cannot see…
and then you turn around, and I note
the broken heart in your hands
and the sorry in your eyes
but before you can speak I kiss you
in forgiveness…
because of the lines of your mouth
and your hands
cupping my second most precious
possession.
Wow...so beautiful and so tender, and much more forgiving than I am capable of...nicely done...Coach
passion when blazed by the flames within yet not broken by the forgiveness...............wonderful write with eloquence,10/10, thanks for sharing
a voluptous poetry..................so delicious to read........
hm.. this is really a beautiful piece. i enjoy reading this.
Awww i wanted to cry when reading this, this is truly beautiful!
This is really a beautiful write. You paint such a wonderful picture of a willingness to forgive one who is truly regretful. Thanks, best wishes Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful piece of work you have written, thank you for sharing it with us. May your heart be filled with peace and joy each and everyday. Scott