At the tip of my finger
I hold a drop of dew
I look inside and see
Sweet dreams a very few
Colorful dreams of
Falling in love deep
And with melting of dew
Love's potion I slowly sip
I love this one so full of visuals, your imagination at its best here. Annette
Lovely poem with beautiful imagery...I can just see the drop of dew balancing on the tip of ones finger, like a tiny mirror.
Thanks very much for reading and wonderful comment. Much love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good imagery of sipping the potion of love...10