Poem 3

You are laying next to me, a beauty in the night.
Your soul is so young, blinding the light.
I want to kiss you, feel myself inside of you.
My heart so blinded, it doesn’t have a clue.
I want to feel your love, a hurricane in the mist.
To be sure, in your world, no other does exist.
Your lips are so tender, to believe in an innocence.
My heart un giving, my prayers to repent.
Your brown hair on my pillow, beauty in the night.
To kiss your pure lips would once make my heart feel right.
Walking down the corridor, a child going to class.
Laying in the meadow, my hands beating on the glass.
True romance, a blessing…a curse…a shadow.
Remembering the last goodbye, forgetting the first hello.