there was passion and warmth
in the arms of the night
and a silent scream
for some tender love
there was lust and temptation
in the heat of the night
and devotion to words
that where never the same
there was a glance of happiness
in that night long ago
which I cannot remember
as a part of this life
03-10-05
Janette Scharenborg: | Maandag, oktober 03, 2005 01:01 |
Maybe it was a dream! or a fantasy. I cant understand why hardly anybody reads english poems, they are so beautiful. Love Janette | |
Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 03 oktober 2005 | ||
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