Sweet Pain
Walking with your soul and body,
Your arms against
The wind, your eyes close, your mouth opens
Letting the sound of your soul takes over
The ocean in blue.
Crashing your flesh against the ironed ship,
I feel it like a stormy anchor deep
The lotus swamp of this so-called love in despair!
Who is the man with whom you
Have seen beyond the sea where your desires melting?
Who is the man where the rights
Are just the virginal shore I taken and enjoy?
The devil's reply with charming and roaring eyes!
Oh, love!
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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