You are kissed
By one, who desires
Nothing in the world
But to thrill you evermore
From the kisses of his love
But yet you think, romance is dead
You are pacified
By one, who desires
Nothing in the world
But to soothe you evermore
From the massage of his love
But yet you think, romance is dead
You are decorated
By one, who desires
Nothing in the world
But to embellish you evermore
From the garland of his love
But yet you think, romance is dead
You are coddled
By one, who desires
Nothing in the world
But to applaud you evermore
From the tenderness of his love
But yet you think, romance is dead
You are fastened
By one, who desires
Nothing in the world
But to hold you evermore
From the devotion of his love
But yet you think, romance is dead
You are loved
By one, who desires
Nothing in the world
But to love you evermore
From the core of his heart
But yet you think, romance is dead
Bhuwan........Oh MAN---your heart is golden. This breaks mine to read. That means my friend, you have done it once again. I adore the way you bleed emotions. Excellent work as always sir! This moved me.
This is truly beautiful... I wonder why some are so blind to love.. perhaps it is fear... to be loved means we must return love.. both are very frightening.. You are a romantic soul my friend.
It is the echo from other heartbeats what tells us romance lives... but that life-creating sound is not always heard, even when our heart produces it. Very beautiful poem in its wistfulness, Bhuwan.
~Alexandra~
Bhuwan,
I think I shall memorize this one.
~Jackie~
*Marlene*
Your Weltschmerz drives you to great work. Take heart...
Gina
Tarek
Beautiful message in verses.
Taylor
~Chrissie
Thank you,
Teresa Emilie
excellent poem!
Your friend
Erica~
~Alexandra~
This is awesome, your one talented man TY
Ch'erie
If only!!
Shit this is heart touching write Bhuwan!!
Love Tinka
Well written as usual!
Jenni