I wish to gift you but one rose.
The color parched in red
still drips the same, from me.
Indifferent we have been to the sea
and so has been our coming and going
and going and coming onto each other ; waves.
For I know how we have savoured a kiss,
A starved touch that has distancelessly etched
into the warmth of fire and poured on some mature ashes.
If I really write the saddest lines tonight
I wonder if the glorious moon will soothe any less,
the gentle sea will unlook shallow.
I am lost and I don't want to sleep but dream.
In a bright daylight where sunflowers bloom
I will gift you an irrelevant book;
you look ethereal when your eyes art surprise.
I will sketch you in trembling hands and tear it apart
because the joy is mine and I am selfish to share with you.
If you promise me a touch, I shall keep the moment
It has the scent of your skin, forever as a hope.
SoUmY@
The color parched in red
still drips the same, from me.
Indifferent we have been to the sea
and so has been our coming and going
and going and coming onto each other ; waves.
For I know how we have savoured a kiss,
A starved touch that has distancelessly etched
into the warmth of fire and poured on some mature ashes.
If I really write the saddest lines tonight
I wonder if the glorious moon will soothe any less,
the gentle sea will unlook shallow.
I am lost and I don't want to sleep but dream.
In a bright daylight where sunflowers bloom
I will gift you an irrelevant book;
you look ethereal when your eyes art surprise.
I will sketch you in trembling hands and tear it apart
because the joy is mine and I am selfish to share with you.
If you promise me a touch, I shall keep the moment
It has the scent of your skin, forever as a hope.
SoUmY@
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"If you promise me a touch, I shall keep the moment
It has the scent of your skin, forever as a hope."
Grows on you, the clincher!
I will gift you an irrelevant book;
you look ethereal when your eyes art surprise.
I will sketch you in trembling hands and tear it apart
because the joy is mine and I am selfish to share with you.
"
Shall I write the saddest poem of all tonight...
Write, for instance, the night is full of stars,
And the stars, blue, shiver in the distance...
U ve got both...
i ve tried poetry.. believe me..i suck at it..
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beautiful is an understatement tho'
I am overwhelmed in true sens of term.
p.s. - thanks Madeeha for the touch of Neruda. He is not gonna be missed here at all. :)