Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Oh the heat that will arise,
friction, flame
and tender cries
When you look in to my soul,
you know i will,
and make you whole.
So forget tomorrows pending Dawn,
touch me slow,
the night is long.
And when tomorrow finds its birth,
do not forget,
of passions worth.

1 comment:

Danielle said...

Same comment, only an hour in difference.