As though I've been hit by a boomerang the injuries still bear a deep scar, that is the way ur love is. Going in circles i ask myself where does my heart reside?
Her hands spread like wild fire ready to hold me with inflamed love, her smile is like the morning sun, lips kiss me deeply like I'm a trophy won...by ur side cuddling you, tied together by beating hearts is where i want to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Kennedy.
Thanks a lot sir