I hear music in
my head when I
look into her
eyes.
It's like a
soundtrack to love.
A cross between
Van Morrison and
a Gregorian chant.
When I touch her wet
cotton candy lips,
I hear the
oceans and lions roar.
The waves crash to
shore in my heart,
and I listen to the
mermaid's song.
And in the end,
her footsteps,
and her heart beat,
and her
apple blossom voice
are forever my
soundtrack to love.
With the passion of love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome Dig the flow.