Stones thrown to torment, bait
bounce off integrity so innate
no words how ever eloquent, real
can describe how loved I feel
immersed, complete in you
my house finally open too
living in each other's home
life so huge no need to roam
I come to you as you come to me
profound unadulterated simplicity
your body-language cannot wait
your tongue admonishes when I am late
all pieces continue falling into place
guided by the hand of grace
moving and dancing to the beat as one
yet each to our own synchronized drum
no subtractions in our sum
feedback van andere lezers
killea: thank you
is this real love?
I'm sure it is! :)
killea: thank you Marc
mooi - graag gelezen
Ook graag gelezen
killea: many thanks, Manono
Het is dat ik beter weet, maar wel mooi en vloeiend.
Remeber...You can alway's blame it on the Marrik.....
killea: Yes, I always will!
killea: many thanks, Sebastiaan