You know
You know that the warmth of my touch has not changed You know that the warmth of your touch is still the same You know that I still search your eyes for sparks that have not aged You know that you have in your eyes the sparks that I search for You know that even...
Words
Words are like icebergs That don’t tell us much About the depth of thoughts And the little fishes That are caressing frozen bits And attempting to Bring them alive by Tingling sensations! Word are like icebergs That float on slowly Until warmth Makes them understand That they mean more When they merge With the vast...
