Before you came into my life,
my heart laid forgotten;
embraced by chaos..somewhere
in a forlorn corner
of the reigh of mighty time!
Your gentle whispers I heard
calling me by my name,
as your arms slowly took away
the burden of my solitude.
But why do poets write of love,
and twist their brains to
reach its core? -Oh! my love,
there are no words good enough
to express this feeling: 'love'!
just close your eyes and..dream!
P.S.
I love you so; how can I show it
when all I have to give is
my brittle loving heart?
Whispers Of Night
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-since-10/
