Imagine innocent lips
drifting to a midnight hour
with an illusion of caressing
my lips...
As time past you by,
she pauses for an instance
to reclaim her breath
deeply moved, we strive
on a mourning mist as
Golden leaves fall
from above,
with a message of
love....
Our eye sight interlude
on a sequence of massive
attractions,
Her touch goes beyond
a brightly day.
Allow a skyline
to walk a mile holding hands
as blossom Lilies lay on our path,
marking footsteps
to your heart.
I have walk many roads
looking for true love
instead, I found lust
silently, her silhouette
appear in a middle of dream.
I can almost see her face,
uncontrollable thoughts
come in a circle of believe
predicting you and I,
will become,
One body...
One mind...
One soul....
Rony Joseph
RONY JOSEPH All rights reserved 2008
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