Trafalgar Love

An elegant linger, lips to my crown.

Your Breath, life to a noun.

 

A fragrance dances, your presence passes.

 

Fear folding inwards, a touch of your hand.

An echo of happiness, flames to a fan.

 

A solitude brittle like glass is - my fate when I’m where your heart is.

 

By Alpha Cauwenbergh

Reviews

[shyla]

Wow, this has a abundance of imagery its amazing!

[alpha_dark]

Thank you :-)

[shyla]

your way more than welcome I should be thanking you.. :)