to love and be loved so deeply
that no
pain, no heartache
pain, no heartache
of yesterday
could ever again mingle
with the dark of night,
or torment the delight of new day
a pure inaudible pleasure of love
waiting to dance on lonely lips
love never comes too late
1 comment:
too right love never comes too late, love always exsists but is yet to be found.
i love your poems
check mine out too if you so desire
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