My fair one....

Softly sailing away I close my gazing eyes in smoothing silence while in wanting for the morning heat sunrise. Lost by the moon shed night, the cathedral where we discover of all the bitter sweetness of snow white lillies and everything magical thereunder. Leaving lightly trails of swift marks, it glimmers it is hard to refuse its greatness in the dark.Entering this awesome haven, so ever sweet. My love this void puzzle is finally complete. My blushed face, turn as brightly pale, while my heart seeks yours,a lustrous moan is all I could ail. Its womanly nature to always be waining but eating fruits of my domain, you will not, if ever, hear me complaining. Hold me close like a new born babe that will not find its rest, enthrall me with dreamy kisses, which you know best, drying my tears when I weep, caressing me even when I am asleep, touch me like soft raining water,my fear, that earing in your ear denies the wisdom on your face and the number in my years. If tall mountains up high had them no face,my fair one, in this sweet haven I have no where to go nor have I no place.

Comprehend

Comprehend I am your finest choice, that i will not leave your side, that I am more than what you see,even more than what you can taste, that I will not let passing time go to waste, understand that I need to be understood not the pretence of a curious mind being in the mood, a comprehension through time understood, grasp, that I must always be your only one, no matter how hard the temptation may tempt you, knowing it and not take it to heart, evidently you will lose me too. Boredom, is such a cowardly choice but comprehension is a known fact...only the finest geniuses fathom such tact!

...of you...

I see the tears in your words, it remninds me of the storm that is raging in my heart.Some day soon a hurricane will sweep me off my feet, away I would be, leaving what could have been, Sitting accross some stranger, pondering, your glistering eyes, your smile that could diminish my anger in an eye-wink. Where had the time gone, I pray? So far away, a forgotten muse only here briefly to stay. A yesterday that never could be and a today that reminds me i am alone, if my stranger would ask me of what I thought my answer would be "of you".

Womanly hands

Staring down at my hands, gentle and so fragile, this is the hands of a woman, with a touch that can perform miracles, and it is with this hands I work each day, how easily the years has passed. Lightyears ago I was young and vibrant with a pencil in my hand now the handwritting has changed, Its these of a woman who knows how to carress, playfully tease and yet there is no limit to which she can bears. A woman that cares with love, hope for always the best who prays faithfully, each day everyday, that may her hands never hurt others, always gracefull and in respect of herself and those she loves dearly....