Friday, 22 August 2014

When I Think Of You, I Think Of ...

Some nomadic kisses
A gaze so intense
Love, its incandescence
The laughter, the ebullience
That voice, it enthralls
Like the brightest petals.
Happiness galore
A sea without a shore
Unrestrained emotions
Flowing from the core
Enter sentience's open door.

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