Lovers Paradise Poem by Saul Palti

My worst fear has been sought after
the true beckoning is a eclipse
a taste of wine and kiss of her lips
only to break and become the sufferer

the written lies that I ignore
are words repeated by the ignorant
and now her heart is belligerent
at the meaningless chase for more

as I talk she begins to agree
the blue coast parts its sea
and fresh worlds become so free
her eyes fall only on me

the bitterness of wasted time
falls eloquently upon our breath
only never till part till death
the heart will end its chime

your turn passes now its mine
a game of give and take
if your talk does become fake
our souls will sink the line