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Strolling down in my solitude,
Where the colors begin to fade in the moonlight.
This is where I want you to come along.
I hold my memories of that night,
Is this the ordeal of space in mind,
That makes me valiant and emotionally blind
I hold my senses of that night
Those are touch of roses, red and bright,
That brings me illusion and exotic delight,
I hold my feelings of that night
Either a gale or gust in motion,
Wonder of excitement or joy of devotion
I hold these memories of my night with you,
I opened myself being selfless to you,
Those moments of fearless forgo and surrender,
The gentle moments of ultimate bliss,
The crush, the caress, the culmination and the kiss.....
The good bye kiss...
I still wait for you.....
*This poem is about a court dancer who is dreaming about her beautiful moments of passionate engagement.... |
