Nothing compares to a hand on my waist
And your voice in my ear
Without your lips
You have kissed every inch
And made scars fade
Scraped knees aren't what make us cry anymore...
But gentle touches
Work all the same.
They're all I need.
I don't need a ring or a gem
A dandy lion will do just fine
That and
Your hand in mine,
And the ability to make you blush
Beet red.
Just as my lips sanctify
Your tenderness heals...
Soft new skin erodes my scars
You have made me
Young
New
Good again.
Perhaps you feel this way too.
Author notes
I am his goddess
He is my dream
A contest entry
- When we fell in love.. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Humm..you have described the depth of your love and made me to smile..well done..my thanks for such a wise entry in my contest...
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