Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,?
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those?
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand?
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
Just Enjoy: Girl: ❝When a GIRL is quiet, Millions of things are running in her mind... When a GIRL is not arguing, She is thinking deeply... When a GIRL looks...
❝In life, you will realize there is a purpose for every person you meet. Some are there to test you, some will use you, some will teach you, and some will bring out the worst in you, while others bring out the best.
About Me
Secret Feeling
❝Brazilian,extremely in love with my indian husband. I like to share my feelings through words and seek as inspiration facts of daily life...
I believe in pure love, sincere .... the love which overthrows down cultures, languages ect ...
When you really love a person, miles do not matter because your heart knows to whom it belongs!!!