Treasure Island

sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

I wish....


If I was Columbus
I wish my sailing across the ocean
To be
to your heart
I wish you are
Waiting me there
With wild desire of love
And I'd come
To find you again
and again
As a land of my dream
As you are
the lady of my dream

I wish if I can make you always
Smile
I wish if I can make you always
Shine
I wish if i can kiss you like dew of morning
To make you blooming
Like the Rose in May
I wish if can touch you
so gentle like rain
And hug you so hot
Within roots and vein
To melt you in my heart
To hide you there
If I could
So deep in my heart
So no one
could find you
Again!

Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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