A dedicated rhyme

Your shadows bear

the truth of me;

your hands, in softness covered,

glow inside.

Perhaps intentions sense

what I got in mind.

I gave birth to a rhyme

under pressure and love…

recall in heart

the faithful shine

upon your eyes.

On the ground you find

my blood

dedicated to you,

my future-in-law.

No doubt, an evolutionary bond

with passion

we had to flee to reality

away from our modern

world of a bullet’s cold.

In quiet agony

my beggary to you:

release the second!

(Lady of Poetry)

How could I tell you...

A dream of you at noon

My dreadful tears on paper

I wished the moment lasted

Without groom.

Not sure if the moon is out

What would it matter

Deep mutual feeling

A comforting distance to doubt.

Your soft presence in my ocean

Runs in depth along, won’t flatter

The bottom of whole me

Time we fill with glory.

Truthful motion in you

My eyes catch up rays of your sun

Do you feel

How it’s our blood;

Two streams fading in one?

(Lady of Poetry)