She walks in
With figure
With delight
The emotions she storms up in me
Her eyes
This night
Red flower
Left for her
Enjoy the romantic scent that's in the air
I smile, unwillingly
I brush, completely
Just to feel your presence, there
Love is merely an image
Not a hint
The passion I breath
The song it sings
Elluded emotions
Prowling for the escape
Batter down the devotion
Hold the Lion in it's cage
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Storm of Emotions
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 21:51
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