chris frank

The last love

I don't want to share her, 

To share her beauty, her grace, her heart

I only want my hands in hers, 

To hold her face, and kiss her lips

To be the place her heart is safe 


The last thing I think of, 

My dreams, my sleep she fills them both 

I wish to hear she feels like me 

A couple separated, but together still 

A future life, two captive souls 


I cannot lie, I want her now

Out lives to be, a perfect world awaiting 

I wish to hear this princess call me 

To make our love the last we feel 

Our last dream, made real 


To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.