You make me you break me
Like your sweet bangle
Hold me to your bosom
Then smash me in pieces
Tell me away with a song
I beg to write on your frock
Tell me go never come back
Then muah muah take a kiss
Tell me am not happy in tears
Call me cheek red for a laughter
Tell me do your own thing
Call me softly tonight tonight
Hold me close in your arms
Tell me I wish you were not born
Tell me lock of my hair
Keep as symbol of my love
Tell me bring back the lock
Sweet are your ways
And sweeter your love
9/2/2009
MAKE ME OR BREAK ME Yes miles away your voice distinct Far away a cry is heard The night is freezing is inviting you beside me still craving Traversed have I The arenaceous deserts of despair Drunk have I the Wine of your love From your goblets of mystical eyes Eden sees play The glory of the twilight skies Like The glitter of the midnight moon The shimmer of the fresh dew On the first green blade of grass Excites me your name’s alphabets On my rosary spells your name Haunts me your wet lips Your perspiration I inhale Anaesthetize me Your looks inebriates me Traps me in your magical spell Lost am I Day and night thinking of you. Youri ntelligence profounds me eagerness confounds me dedication astounds me Your sometimes brazenness kills me kindness envelopes me My heart you stole what was I was doing? , not knowing. Fell for you In your contiguity Was my destiny Loving you was beyond my control fate, brought us together hoping never to part-- Make methe diamond in your crown the star of your firmament the queen of your heart the love of your life yours, everything in life one in you MAKE ME YOU MAKE ME OR BREAK ME ITS UP TO YOU
Very compelling. Beautiful phrasing. Your work is eloquent in any language. Warm regards, Sandra
When love and hate collide.............nothin else matters.
very sweet poem..out of these sweet...sweet words.... lovely play of words to show the beauty of your piece.... very interesting....fantastic thoughts 10++
sweet poem, full of love, teasing, i like the first four lines- nice imagery 10 mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet are your ways like the goo gaa of a baby like jam on bread, you ask for something sweet when i bring the desserts you say you asked for me! in the morning as you wake you break into me call me in the night and what a pretty sight the candles, the flowers and your love waiting for me! !