Monday, 12 March 2007

Moments of Pleasure

To hold you in my arms at night
is like a dream I can't describe
The search for words is useless,
depicting in actions, all meaningless.
Just the feel of it, be it mere minutes,
I hold my breath, will not to lose it.
My heart, it always knows,
that gone it all will be soon,
thereby, I hope on and treasure it.

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