Can I help you?

I need you,

Do you need me?

I ask you dearly.


Love is my sin

Vanish it will,

In air so thin,

It makes me trim.


They say hope dies

I say it does but last.

Love ends with cries,

That fades so fast!


Show me your love,

Make me yours,

Take me to Heaven above,

Sing with me the chorus.


Take my hand,

To the end of time,

Hug me hard,

And make thy mine.


Love is in the air,

And it smells just fine,

In the end I swear,

You will be just mine!

About madRaluk

Seven downward slopes Seven bloodied hopes Seven are your burning fires Seven your desires....

Posted on 14 April 2012, in poezie. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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