Your lips speak of my heart
Your eyes talk of my dreams
Your face oozes a warmth
That takes the breath out of me.
The stories of my childhood
Are lost in your hair.
My pain and my sorrows
Are whispered in your ears.
Your soul reaches out to my soul
My body beats with your heart
Your thoughts are mirrored in my thoughts
Don't know where you end, where i start.
An old poem i found in my dairy.*
teenage love?
ReplyDeleteConsidering i was 19+ at the time i wrote it....cud be! ;)
ReplyDeleteBut yes, its a love of young hearts!
sure it seemed so!
ReplyDeletehehe!
ReplyDeleteGood it conveyed the message!