Cure

I get a little edgy when trying to write on romance.

Cure

Remember the night that we caught fire
By passion, love and hot desire
We slept past the moons and skylit night
Waiting for the sun to burn out

Hour by hour, we didn't escape
Timeless we were in the heat of the day
We soaked up time; your hand in mine

We didn't hope to speak, just to keep where we were
Tangled up in bed- My god- the allure
Breathing you in; My sweet, my dear....

In a world so busy, in a world so cruel
When I have no hopes to breathe, hopes to endure-
You, my love, are my cure.


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Reviews

[samparks,sam]

that nice feeling cant review

[wordman]

a beautiful love poem,breathe you in,you are my cure !!