They both sneak. <br />They both sneak in and out of their visions <br />and their thoughts <br />for their own behalf, <br />so as to infuse their minds with higher love thoughts, <br />hoping to stir a higher love energy, <br />so that they could then come together and form a wonderful synergy, <br />where two souls join and mates <br />and they call it soulmates. <br /> <br />And where kisses feel like surreal dreams, <br />and halo surrounds like invisible beams, <br />but real as the magical day, <br />like feelings that just won't go away, <br />but stays and basks in forever's short moments, <br />wishing for more of eternity's erotic enjoyments <br />with you and ONLY YOU; <br />so let us prove the world false and us true. <br /> <br />And again they both sneak in and out of their visions <br />and their thoughts, <br />infusing their minds with higher love thoughts, <br />stirring a higher love energy, <br />and they come together and form a wonderful synergy, <br />where two souls join and mates <br />and they call it soulmates.<br /><br />mark anthony st. rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-my-sister-diane/
