when you hear the rain
its my body aching for you
to be that close again in the moonlight
my tears of pleasure is all you
would ever feel
and the freshest air I could ever breathe
doesn't come from the bluest skies
it comes from your soul
this I know...
so breathe me back to life
and you wont have to move on without me
you could never replace our kiss
because
it still remains... it still remains
I love the image breathe me back to life A lovely economy of words. Wow! ! ! You have a gift for hitting it right on the nail Vaneessa.
really? you think so... thank you so much that means a lot coming from a great poet like you..you made my day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my tears of pleasure is all you would ever feel and the freshest air I could ever breathe oh b reath me back to life.......... so fine a description of love, and all that to love belongs. a lovely love poem. thank u dear poetess. tony
Awwww your very welcome