Your love for me a little more than nothing means, <br />When love as sense of self may be, than mine, less strong. <br />The thrill of love may keep its paint on withered greens. <br />A night of dreams is like a sad and jerking song. <br /> <br />Your silence dances meaning’s words on face’s frown, <br />My eyes of winter watch the stream of light on high, <br />Emotions are a flow of words, while stripping down <br />Their sense of love to sound like a sad ‘’good bye’’. <br /> <br />With red unfolded kisses thrilling white delight, <br />The moon replaces missing sun with all around. <br />It makes me dance my will in dreams’ abstract on height. <br />It makes me feel the love again and heals my wound.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-for-you-alexandrine-poetry/
