Talks of love
Discussions on passion
That pure old compassion.
Arriving with a smell
They all blossom and bloom
But soon wither off
And silently they fade away.
If i could say
What i want to say
I would ask you
To just stay,
Flow in my being
As you have been
Not transient
But forever
That empathy that touch
Give me those again
For i want to freeze
Within thy arms
With no guts to stretch up
And meet thy glance.
Flow as the gushing waters
Flow as the streak of a meteor
Leaving me behind with a hope
A desire, a wish
A tempt for more.
Glide through
Glide by
Some softness here
A little touch there
And a beautiful kiss.
Then leave me and go
With a date behind
To wait for
And giving me
All the time
To garnish and cherish
What thee gave me
Even when i didn’t ask for!!!
