Soft and kissable eyes
Butterfly kisses me, my love.
I’ll hold on to memories left alone
Centuries, decades, rebirth in a backward birth
I swear I saw you, I held you, and I kissed you
I swear I had told you that I loved you
But I’ll tell you again and again
Until somewhere in time, when we meet
Without a doubt your heart would know mine,
Souls meeting half way to heaven.
I swear that I ran into your arms
Heaven open its doors-
It was you.
Soft and soulful laughs
Touch me gently so I won’t faint.
Your touch burns a desire so bright
That it put the stars to shame.
I swear that I laid in your arms
While I watched you worked your charms.
I swear that I chased you, hide and seek
Oh how we bear souls without fears.
I swear that I dreamt of you,
Meeting somewhere between times.
Your touch, the lines around your eyes
Says what words cannot portray.
I held you as you held me
Tears burning my forlorn soul
As your hand slipped—away from mine.
Gripping tightly as time changes,
Past, present, future, somewhere in time
I swear love that I’ll be in your arms again.
I swear that I’ll look into your eyes,
While you wipe my weeping heart,
We’ll hold hands, souls tightly breaded
And make our way to heaven.
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2 Comments
This is beautiful, and feels like reading a dream. I was pulled into it 100%. The tense makes it feel dreamy because it connects the now, to the past and future– which is what you wanted to do with this poem, I think.
I like it a lot!
No you got it right.
That’s the whole idea I was trying to create that the essence of time is the past, present, and future. Somewhere between each of them love happens.