Love,
remember our nights of rolling
under the covers?
It was just love,
love is all there was.
tune my heart to sing your grace
teach me your melodious songs,
sung by these longing lips.
For every mouth that you have ever kissed
was just practice,
and hands that you held
were meant to fit into mine.
Come, love...
bind my wandering heart
prone to anger,
prone to wander,
and prone to leave.
for all the men that you gave your heart away
were maps for you to find me.
And all the roads that you have walked,
traveled, and crossed over,
eventually, lead you to me.
Come, love...
We are not as lovers often do -
with passionate flames
then flickering light
so abruptly vanished.
For all the bodies that you have touched
caressed, mingled, cuddled
and entered into
were preparing you for me.
Come, love...
Under this campfire
as lovers come and go
of all the people I have loved,
you are least of all
a mental object of love,
but most intensely real.
and prone to leave.
for all the men that you gave your heart away
were maps for you to find me.
And all the roads that you have walked,
traveled, and crossed over,
eventually, lead you to me.
Come, love...
We are not as lovers often do -
with passionate flames
then flickering light
so abruptly vanished.
For all the bodies that you have touched
caressed, mingled, cuddled
and entered into
were preparing you for me.
Come, love...
Under this campfire
as lovers come and go
of all the people I have loved,
you are least of all
a mental object of love,
but most intensely real.
MINH DUC DANG is the one who has written this for HIS LOVE....
Thanks Minh for sharing your life, thoughts and this poem....
Hope to compose a tune for this lovely LOVE.....
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