The Language Of Love
No gold for me
Younger than me and romantic too
You seem too grand but to me you must not be
Don’t follow thee so curiously and search inside her deepest heart
For thou shalt not find what she seeks
To me you are like gold; a tempting metal which shines in bright
But like these are many and I’m not in search for gold
My point of view
I think that every crush is special. A crush is the first phase of love, you either cultivate it or you leave it behind. Sometimes, crushes hurt and this poetry book is dedicated to those crushes that were never meant to be. It can be age or circumstance.
Red headed Angel
My beautiful red head with dark eyes
My marvelous pale skinned moon which I marvel so much
Whose love is sweeter than honey and wine
But love is colder than ice
He is a firm column which stands high
He was built from warmth and love
But life's cycle of tragedies left him bind
To a past of sorrow
I wish you a grand journey
May you have a prosperous life
May your riches double and your love prosper
I wish you a very best my sweet red head Lenid