I hold the stone
close to my mouth
I kiss it ever so soft
I opened my hands
and realease the dove,
I whisper to it to go to the one I love.
soft is the night,
but this time I'm not going to loose sight.
This is a promise,
to the ones
I love,
so let the dove
soar to you
and bring the joy of love,
embrace you too.
My beautiful Mischeal
I hope you accept me as I climb from the well
I wish you to see
the me,
that hides,
behind these eyes.
Sorry, man, but I just don't like it. Maybe it's just my sense of taste in poetry that doesn't like love poems, but it is just missing something... you know best though.
aww...thats beautiful, jordan! i give this a 100%
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the promise would prevails...........hopefully.