For My Love: My Gift from LOVE.
Friday 21 September 2007
Butterfly Passion
Marching across the straining view,
saddles are on their own.
The pounding hooves like crushed bells
start suddenly to moan.
When I hold the armed love,
controlling the courage in oak boats,
spoiled and regenerated sunbeams
cross the country raspberry roads.
Glittering landscape by the shores
is a newborn faith beaten by the countless waves.
Everything tempts me to love you...
Everywhere I run, love rains...
The revelation of the butterfly passion
in front and back throbs the same.
What a fresh smell of your eyelashes-
I braid them along with my mane!
In midsummer we are like two young angels,
inhaling love one motion at a time.
Your legs walk on mine, stepping on love,
and right away I sense the meaning of life.
To be born together, yet years apart,
we both rush out of the womb...
My eyes are blurry, yours are so clear,
when I carry the river to you.
Your tears are free,
but mine are armed from above.
Let me hold our courage,
so the courage could arm our love!
Both by A.L.