Monday, November 18, 2013

Her dream

My love far behind the plains and the mountains
She is my love that reassures me, my presence
With her loving presence

In the garden of every time and date
As ocean of my memories
Slowly folds
My eyes begin to see her elegant face
She appears as beauty from different eras
And roams over my thoughts as sweet rhymes
Her dream carries me in her arms
And my heart starts to cherish our love that has charm.