Monday, March 11, 2013

History of Love

First come clouds of bitterish feelings,
Then it's exploration of anger,
Once a daydream,
Through glittering flirtations,
Distanced friends advance to rebellious lovers,
They like the characters that differ,
They date in orchards of peaches
behind the closed gate,
Her warm eye glow shines like winter fire,
Her breath glides through the words she speaks,
He smells peppermint,
He stares at her chest,
She rests her head against his shoulder,
At the same time,
they stand, hold
each other in arms,
and their lips meet...

Love, to be continued...

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