Love drew you in like a freight train
A furnished field brimming with
the sun that reflected your eye
Baby blue wings of bird
They speak of the morning song

He carries a steady pace
Still as a statue when he listens with ears
He takes you slowly like he does with the world
And he finds desire in your objections.

Oh love took you in with softened hands
It caressed you with airy motions
When the evening comes
you’ll hold onto the morning song.

The sky signals the end of love
As it touched you with arms wide open
The lyrics they left a scar
Soon you’ll be singing the morning song.

Beautiful.


Oh, hunny. You're waking me from my writer's block.

I like it too. Awesome.

Thanks Riddle and Ranniel

Ooooohhh....I liked that alot!

One of my favorite poems =D

Ooooohhh....I liked that alot!

One of my favorite poems =D

wow. that was amazing...
I LOVE IT!