I wish I were the raindrop
In your silky-smooth hair
So I could drop downhill
Leisurely and gracefully
From your angelic head
Gently kissing your forehead
With the virgin touch of rain
Wiping the tears from your eyes
And touching your rosy cheeks
With the aroma of loves tang
Dropping further downward
To perish in your parched lips
And terminate the voracious fire
Burning in the citadel of your core
((((Bhuwan))))
What a glistening parade of passionate raindrops do cascade and fall upon the readers heart and senses from this FANTASTIC GENTLE AND ROMANTIC PIECE!!!!
~Nikki~
Dear Trask....There are rain drops and there are tear drops but when it comes to drops then LOVE DROPS ARE POTENT AMONGST THEM ALL....cheers...love n luck....BHUWAN
Book 2 of the romance trilogy Horses of Tir Na Nog
Life for CJ, and Shawn, has taken on new meaning and a wonderful turn. Never in a million years did CJ think she could be this happy. With her new husband and closest friends in tow, she’s bound
You create the images so easily with your words. Bravo!
Tami
*Marlene*
Love it.
S
What a glistening parade of passionate raindrops do cascade and fall upon the readers heart and senses from this FANTASTIC GENTLE AND ROMANTIC PIECE!!!!
~Nikki~
Vesna
flowers keep growing everywhere your poems fall.
Best wishes
always
from
Kay
Love
tinka
and the image is great, too.
Gina
an excellent poem
William
TRASK
In Spirit,
Bear
I am in awe that pic is awesome..
It wasnt up yet.
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Perfection!