Monday, May 13, 2013

Last Romance

A water droplet drizzled from her face

Like snow gently melting down the hills

Her hair casually drenched, touching her lips

As if nature purposely spelled its magic across the valley

Her enchanted eyes, enticing me for a touch

Like the dry Sahara calling the rain clouds

Her laugh playful like a child

Unspoiled by practicality of life

The sound of her breath

Seducing the silence to break

Inspiring me her subtle charm

Her opaque beauty betraying my senses

As I'm unable to differentiate real from imaginary

Intoxicated by her last romance

I will be enliven for the days to come