One language understood by everyone
This is the utterance of love_
That grows with the substance of life;
It gives off a fragrance of beauty,
That glows in the radiance of light:
Only the pure in heart can see this.
Of course the eyes can never forget
What the heart have seen:
Sometimes only the blind can see it,
At times only the deaf can hear it,
Betimes only the dumb can talk about it_
When our heart utter speeches
That leaves us utterly speechless!
And our lips offer kisses
That makes our soul sync in ceaseless bliss.
Of course my eyes can never forget
What my heart have seen in your ocean eyes
Flooded with tears flowing across the shore
Into the city treasure store to meet with love:
A couple heart! A single reflection!
As we fall in love_
Drowning in bottomless depths of affection.
Your heart have also seen
That my eyes is a sea with no floor,
As we fall in love_
From the horizon of nightfall.
Are we love birds or night hawks?
Wide awake watching the bullbat knock horn
Broken by seven horn on the Deer of Dawn.
No heartbreak by daybreak!
No mourning this morning!
When we look up to see the lips of the cloud
Crack open a smile on the face of the sun,
Subliming all the frozen tears of our eyes berg.
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Comments (2)
You've got a knack for writing great poetry! Well done.
This was a beautiful poem I love it so much. The emotions of the writer was so real and loving.