When we met
I talked so much
Of the yesterday
Your face half
In hiding
And behind
That mud wall
I saw your legs
Slender and thin
Something you were
Playing with
A heartfelt smile all
So much of yourself
You were waiting
For the day
My poems
And your songs
In half hidden things
Love is so pure
What if mystery
Is unfold
I escape
From your love
The wild in me
Yet not tamed
The forbidden I love
The taste of sin
Sacred blasphemies
11/2/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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