Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Immortal Love



My soul is draped in the blackest of shrouds
My heart is cold, my skin is like ice.....
My eyes are lifeless.

Through the darkness you find me, you lift me.
I feel the warmth of your touch, you kiss me.


The shroud begins to fall away.....
slowly my body begins to move under your touch.
My skin warms.

Your eyes meet mine.....
and I know that I am alive.

Author - Pandora Esperanza

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