loveletters
Loveletters,
are leaving my pen,
each bear the stamp,
of my longing lips,
loveletters,
in the envelopes,
each bears a mark,
of my longing heart,
loveletters,
in your warm hands,
each feel the touch,
of your soft smooth skin,
loveletters,
burned in the furnace,
set alight to ash,
like the pyre of Paris
are leaving my pen,
each bear the stamp,
of my longing lips,
loveletters,
in the envelopes,
each bears a mark,
of my longing heart,
loveletters,
in your warm hands,
each feel the touch,
of your soft smooth skin,
loveletters,
burned in the furnace,
set alight to ash,
like the pyre of Paris
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The Mystery Pianist: | Zondag, maart 11, 2007 09:57 |
| for the love of my life | |
| Radho: | Zondag, maart 11, 2007 09:54 |
| These are the most loving loveletters one could send. But sad end; love to ashes. Let it not be true. | |
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2007 | ||
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