within thine eyes
shallow breath and
beating breast,
the morning breaks
night comes to rest.
fingers that curled
to catch gentle quakes,
now come together
in peaceful embrace.
within thine eyes I see the future
coals that smolder eternal bliss
upon your smile I wish the smother
thankful gestures upon tender lips.
Really great poem. The line “the morning breaks night comes to rest.” is just precious.
October 10, 2011 at 8:47 pm
Great poem. A good discription of love.
October 10, 2011 at 11:12 pm
Thanks!
October 11, 2011 at 7:33 pm