My Breathe, My Darling Poem by deborah shepard

Sweet the color of thy lips Rose water wine
I drink thy nectar from thy bosom, softly shall I come to the window
I seek thy soul permission
I love thee

I shall wait till our meeting in the twin sands
Shall I but carry the flame alone?
Mine own hands shall imbue likeness
Each pebble of hearts



I seek thy melody to sing
I shall write with eyes look
Thy pen shall rises with each breathes the lines
Connecting shall we