Cuddled by your words
I am learning your voice
Anew.
Tracing your lips
With my finger tips
(Deeply soft when they touch mine)
I am learning your face
Anew.
Exploring pools of oak with gold
I am learning your eyes
Anew.
Love stumbled upon in a best friend
Is beautiful and so true.
Protected by your eyes
I am learning love
Anew.
Comments
kheldar | February 2, 2010 - 11:13
Beautiful :--)
MistakenMagic | February 2, 2010 - 13:23
'Exploring pools of oak with gold
I am learning your eyes
Anew.'
- love this stanza ;) Beautiful poem!
Magic xxx
DarkWingedAngel | February 2, 2010 - 17:57
This is wonderful =]
Angel xx