Treasure Island

Williamsji Maveli

(23/04/1955 / IRINJALAKUDA)

My Heart Beats...


My heart beats, thirsting for your love;
A sweet song of joy echoed from above
To fill my soft-corner with pure delight;
Listening your love verse in the night

We walk together in the candlelight;
Let me embrace you in my arms tonight
Holding you close to me to dance in slow
I whisper words of love to let you know

For me you are more than this world
So precious, valuable, rare like gold;
A time of healing love, joy so sweet;
In the pale moonlight we both meet.

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji. com

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, February 28, 2013
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A love poem from 'Forever Lovingly, Yours....'

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