Passion's play √
The flame upon the cheek shoots high and glows so blinding bright
The spiral of the eyes entrance, dilating to delight
The dance upon the lawn is awe
The sigh blinks breath, the line of jaw
The heart upon a kite
The soaring with a flutter
The feelings are all right
The wind picks up to brush along the neck and, then, the cheek
Or, is it kiss, that flushes all, and bends the knees so weak
The whisper seeks to flame the heart
The flame of kiss the dance did start
The head spins on a might
And, now, begins to stutter
But, from eye to eye, it's right
And, now the dance is ending, yet again, it's just begun
The swirling on the lawn of life is just how it is run
The heart will sing as soul meets day
And on we go with Passion's play
All life behold the single sight
Set sail in windswept cutter
As all life is set to right
No comments:
Post a Comment