Who has seen that two lovers,
fell in love with each other,
romancing on the way,
i watch them outside my window everyday.
who has seen the true lovers,
meeting every after noon,
me, yes i have seen them,
behind the peaks of the hills,
wet in the feeling of lust,
and the passion is blowing out and the love,
how can they meet with no care of the world,
this meet of day with night,
they just meet once,
after lightening up a part of our lives,
and night is about to take us in her lap,
and that time we call eventide,
is enjoyed by cheap thinking of a lass,
because it makes joy in my spare times,
the fancy of that meet,
i can feel in that smile of white light,
and i'd never like to miss that long kiss,
making the blush over night's dark cheeks,
and when they have to go for west and east,
the silence of their minds,
i want to realize,
their every single feel,
because i have seen that true lovers meeting.
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Thinker. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.