| This heart that beats
inside my breast with a hundred birds fluttering to free their crests,- Swells and tides to set them free, to burgeon open and kiss your lips lively; and to bathe your lips, your face, with love, with arms around your waist alcove; to hold you close, to hold you near, to hold you enclosed, to hold you dear, to call you 'My Love,' and never set you free; from my arms, so you can be in love, with me. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 12/24/07 (3 AM of the 25th)
love = kisses
alcove = welcoming
--> Have been reading Faust, Goethe -- Arndt translation.
Influenced by good rhyming.