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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