Buccaneers of Love

Buccaneers of love In the love legends Not resembling the angels But they are prophets of the hearts Their revelation The true love The endless love The renewed love Appreciating love Living for the love Dying for the love Buccaneers of love Prophets of the hearts Their souls are innocent Swimming in the sky To rain their dreams And they are swimming In space of the longing To rain the hope Buccaneers of love Prophets of the hearts Under hearts angles They are shadowing And they are sucking The wine nectar From lips of lovers Not robbing the shyness And not assassinating tears Not hurting the feelings Buccaneers of love Prophets of the hearts A toast of the evening A toast of the morning Adoring the evening Adoring the morning Coloring the seashores With affections Besieging the hearts With feelings Besieging the eyes With beauty Buccaneers of love Prophets of the hearts Waiting for the night To feel with the warmth of chests When the lips melt And the bodies burn For beginning love Buccaneers of love Prophets of the hearts.........