M.T. 1: 19 am 29 March 12
To walk, to dream, to smile, to sigh
To climb a Purple
tree so high
To burn in the agony
that on me befell
If only words could
ever tell
To be touched
somewhere, so deep inside
Beyond those
mountains, within these tides
To die in your arms
and to live by your spell
If only words could
ever tell
To be insane, like a
walk in the rain
To spend my evenings
in your sweet pain
In the aura of your
being silently shall I dwell
If only words could
ever tell
To sleep by your ears
and to wake in your smell
Will be for me a life
spent well
My pen deny me expressions,
as I compel
If only these words,
could ever ever tell
eMONK
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