Your eyes,they glimmer so bright,
To stone I'd turn,and experience Medusa's victim's plight,
Your nose,a caché of fresh air,
More than what I can get,if I sit under the birds' lair.
Your hands, your hands,I want to clutch,
My frayed nerves will calm down with your soft touch,
Your big head,I want to explore,
I just keep asking for more and more.
Is there no end to this madness,
No end to this craving, to make it less?
I just want to keep loving you,
For eternity...do you feel the same for me too?
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Poems on Life
Poetry#13 as on 20/02/17 An anthology of poems. Eruption of the volcano containing the lava of my pent-up emotions. Splashes of it on a piece of paper. "The bottle containing the ink of thoughts is overflowing, I have no choice but to pen down those word...
