love's curvatures
an inspiration covers a sense,
and bares another...
and the emotion is sailing,
in a boat of longing...
and the yearning is increasing,
with every step to you...
A counting for the miles and you are too close to me,
the rushing in your love...
is a madness my heart adores it,
my lady your love is a worship...
my heart knows its curvatures.
Poetry by salem
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Written on 2008-12-12 at 20:07
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