High on a bridge she sits and waits
And while she waits, she anticipates
Waiting for him to turn from a sprit to mortal flesh
So they can put a love hotter then the sun, to the test
Like the howl of the wolf is carried by the wind
Her soul travels through his vines, where their love will blend
So every time the sun rise and shines
She'll always be there, putting her love on his mind
Never again in her heart will she feel sadness
While living in this world of unhappiness and madness
Once their lost souls intertwine
Their love for each other, will flow in their vines forever, like fine french wine
1Manview © 1999 – 2012
1Manview © 1999 – 2012
Amei esse poema, mostra suavidade e ímpeto ao mesmo tempo, mto bonito mesmo. Parabens
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Muito obrigado. Agradeço as suas palavras ...
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i love how vines are used in this piece.
ReplyDeletethese words are pretty. nice. very!
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Your words are always appreciated ...
DeleteMy fave line: " So they can put a love hotter then the sun, to the test"
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:) Always... Thank you Sweets....
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