Her body trembles
His touch is ice.
Kisses burn
Out of her half open eyes
She sees her soul mate.
He traces the lines
Of her face.
Softly touching sends
Chills up and down her spine.
Looking into his eyes
She sees desire not love.
Hurt spreads through her.
Love is what she feels for him.
Turning her head
He knows something is wrong.
Slowly his hand guides
Her face toward him.
He now knows.
Sorry is in his mind.
Instead he kisses her
And walks away.
Love isn't in his vocabulary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem