Fever 39
but i am fine
sore throat
looks float
in hazing eyes
mild cries
for your mercy
our mind telepathy
still takes me over
drunk and sober
to where you are
closer yet afar
hysterically i bend
to grasp your descend
growing in my heart
we are never apart
bonds of the soul
connect our call
into the spacious universe
in me you reach
reciting your speech
of healing
and i am kneeling
at your feet
as your hands bless my head
you untie my hair
raising me to your stare
there
I would hide somewhere
within those ribs
covered by your lips
I was hallucinating
as you melted ice on my skin
where have you been??
all my life i was waiting
for you to haunt this pain
insane!
I kept running in the storm
looking for you in the rain drops
the world stops
asking my wind for your thunder
in your dreams i used to wonder
waiting for one day
you will send me a ray
of light..
when you hold me tight
everything suddenly feels alright
tonight
I shall rest my years on your shoulder
your heartbeats tune in a bit louder
as your fingers run through my scattered breed
yearning in that feverish rush
like a weightless mush
I shed one tear of bliss
as we are revealed in a kiss
fate we will dismiss
for eternity we made a pledge
just crossing our phenomenal gateway to heaven.
YOUR DESERT ROSE..
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My love is as a fever
Sonnet 147
by William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
lovely poem by William Shakspeare! thank you Larvy,loved reading it..;)
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