Misty the eve was,
As you walked into the room,
They called you snowy wind,
But I called you friend.
Misted thy hands were,
As you touched my hands,
They called you rains,
But I called you lust.
Minted your taste was,
As you kissed my lips,
They called you down pour,
But I called you love.
We stood together,
Beside the lanes of emptiness,
Immersed and Involved,
Alas, you disappeared
Waving a bye to me.
But I remained there,
Waiting for you to return,
You made arrivals,
Invisibly and emotionally.
Unknown I stood there,
Waiting for you to return
They said you came,
But I said, never.
Slowly I saw you,
Embracing me in all delight,
I felt you within me,
And I woke up.
It was a dream! !
The rainy afternoon trance,
O’ Rains, Pour on,
As I fall into thy arms! !
Slowly I saw you, Embracing me in all delight, I felt you within me, And I woke up. O Rains fall on....... a very fine love poem full of emotions and desire. thank u. tony
A sublime start with a nice poem, Anjana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
The rain never stops but profane winds makes misty.... But I remained there, Waiting for you to return, You made arrivals, Invisibly and emotionally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned and poignant write full of imagery! 10+++ Keep it up! Love and Peace for always! ...