When I see your face in the night,
I'm dreaming.
When I sense your aura about me,
I'm trancing.
When I feel your warmth upon me
I waken to my senses burning madly
in amorous fervor.
And, when we pleasure, Ah, yes,
My nirvana love, you are sensually-
Utopic, submissive and, tastefully erotic
The woman of my wildest fantasies.
Nirvana love, I pledge to you my Heart
To take, to hold, to nurture,
as I will, yours, until my breath be taken
to another place where our love be forever,
Nirvana Love, hold my candle
for your love owns no equal.
© Frank J. Ryan, Jr./FjR
2015-All rights reserved
Quite romantic, Indeed! A pleasure to read, Something as moving as this In a world of fastidious greed. A truly wonderful poem, worthy of the best romantic, past times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nirvana love is amazingly submissive. You have brilliantly expressed the sense of aura in this well penned poem. This is really very wonderful poem...10