To love:
When the world is black enough
And the moon small enough
And my room quiet enough
I take you on my lap
Like a young child
And ride my fingers through your hair
I bring my face down to your cheeks
And kiss it’s rosy, smooth surface
Until It’s a deep wet indentation
I put my arms around your small shoulders
Until I feel your warmth through my skin
And I take your arms and put them into mine
So we can never let each other go
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Oh, love how I can feel your bloodstream through your veins
Thumping against my palm
And your breathe
Like a warm breeze on my face
And suddenly
The darkness becomes so bearable
And the stillness so beautiful
And the world so blissful and bright
That, love,
No black is big enough
No moon is small enough
No room is quiet enough
To make me forget
How beautiful and blissful this world is
About the Creator
T. Licht
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Comments (3)
This is such a great poem. So romantic. Really made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Well done!
What I was trying to say is no matter how black it is- no matter how 'big' it is, it's not big enough to make me unhappy (hope that explains it)
Lovely poem - I don't quite understand the line "no black is big enough"