The Fog, the Sun and the Kiss
The Fog, The Sun and the Kiss
March 7th, 2016.
Holding hands, warming grace,
On the roof of a chilling space,
A colder time in January, I guess,
Breathing sighs were our closing phrase...
We sat there whole night, talking things,
Time passed by, counting heart felt strings,
Still holding hands, it felt so loving,
Cared not to foresee where this was going...
Then you laid your head on my shoulder,
I ridden your hand just to hug you closer,
It seemed blessing in the chills of night,
What amazing picture one could get of sight...
Closing in, our hearts matched the frequency,
Then time just took a leap, magically fancy,
Well that moment was, the best of the kind,
I remember every second as it was heartly abide...
First hands, then hearts and then our lips met,
Just then morning comes, shredding the fog to bed,
Nature blessed as we stood kissing amid of that bliss,
Witness were The Fog, the Sun and our magical kiss... :)
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