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Listen to the tapping of the falling rain, and you’d hear the beating of my heart; whispering nothing but your name — a love so true, a music that won’t stop.
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Caress the soft rays of the beaming sun, and you’d feel the warmth of my embrace; soothing your spirit, clasping your hand — a balm that takes the worry off your face.
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.Savor the dampness of the morning breeze, and you’d taste the flavor of my love; as sweet as those saccharine toffees — a special treat for you from up above.
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See Mother Nature’s painting before you, and you’d notice the bareness of my soul; resilient yet gentle, trusting and true — a simple abode of things that are humble.
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Smell the freshness of the morning dew, and you’d sniff the scent of my bliss; my regrets and worries, they are very few — a simple life I live, your kiss is all I miss.
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//Sherma E. Benosa
09 November 2007; 3:09am
“Let the warm breeze bring the touch of my kiss on your lovely face; listen to the murmur of the surf wishing for your embrace…”
Hi Buddy!
Hey Buddy! Here’s one for you:
“Your warmth around me, your breath against my cheeks
Dreamy sighs, racing heartbeats; murmurs of sweetness
Gentle caresses, my name softly escaping your lips
My soul warms at the memory of your tender kiss.”
From my “Memory of Your Kiss” poem