Linggo, Oktubre 7, 2012

Nature of Love

       
                                                             


  
                                         

                                                                  Nature of Love



What would be the last to know?
Rise of the wild sun warmed our skin,
The sweetest moonlight that light senses;
Or the warning of the storm opens up our pleasure?



I have kissed the wind when we’ve met,
Forming the clouds in golden balls ahead,
Lying in the water with cold applause;
And even climbing the narrowest tree, I conclude.



Blaming the flowers of May,
Remembering my name only that day,
But all I knew is the feelings for you;
Even the farthest heaven that may God know.



I can count the stones beyond the sea,
Fighting these tides bolding my way,
Although, I’m far from you;
But I can reach the game over you.


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