The shadow of the moon makes waves that glisten and plays the sounds of our two heart joined.
Passing though the space that our minds have become,
Kisses of the passion that opens the doors To allow a love that never turns to regret.
Of a love that glows and never ends in tears.
The music of the spheres rings softly
In ears that never cry for silence.
We sigh into our mouths of passion.
Always flowing.
Never cut.
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A poem as a profession of love. Nicely written.
Thanks a lot . I love what you do too
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