When Love is Real – A Sonnet
Is it always this way when crying, say,
I mean I love, I did, I, can I stay.
The last time we touched, we kissed each other
That same yearn, became again our fever.
The rain gathered pools, you said it was right
To have sweet symbolic skies before night.
My hand does cradle your cheek, dry your tear
In quiet passion never is there fear,
My lips meant forever to touch your heart
Lose my way in your hair, is where we start.
Her urgency caress my mind sweet eyes
Search with me inside your dream, now my cries,
Oh to know the key to your love I please
My soul search, sensual delicious breeze
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