Memories so fond and dear
My memory is only clear when you are there
You do not understand my love
Actually not even I do
You are like a drug to me
When you look at me, passion flows through my veins
Soft tender, sweet and pure.
Rough, mind blowing and so confusing
Never to know wheat emotion will hit next
With you there is all, love, hate and passion
Freely flowing, attracting and disengaging
Pushing and pulling on an invisible rope
Which way we will go know one is know
A mystery that we are living
Minds unclear, a mist that fogs our senses
So until the sun rises where do I belong?
This post was submitted by Channa.