I’m sending you through skies my free-hand drawing - <br />For you to feel no longer lorn, <br />For all your pains to die unborn. <br />I will forget times when my mind was flawing <br /> <br />Beyond redemption, all along. My dear, <br />I’m still afraid to trust Mystique <br />Of crescent Love. I am still weak, <br />But do believe that ne’er a small tear <br /> <br />Of grief we’ll have in our eyes. Like Fire <br />You give me warmth I’ve never felt <br />Before – your passion & I melt <br />Into a flaming sea-maid, my desire <br /> <br />Will touch you with my tender kisses, fingers, <br />Caresses – sensuous monsoons… <br />I’ll dream of it for these four moons <br />Before to meet in private, while Time lingers…<br /><br />Karina Lakeyeva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passion-and-tenderness/
