Like flowing rivers of honey
Is the sweetness of your lips;
And like the willows swaying with the wind
Is your skin beneath my fingertips

Smelling a dozen roses;
Is my body next to yours
And Like a howling wind outside
Is our whispers behind closed doors

And like a soft rain on the grass;
is your soul entering my heart
And like a waterfall in Autumn;
Is where our love should start.

This was written on November 1st, 1997. copywright forgana 97'





Poetry