This Place


  • Love

    This Place

    You tease my thoughts
    You find a way to tingle my imagination
    When you caress my body...
    Your touch has me caught,
    Taken to a place where birds sing
    And water runs crystal blue
    Where grass is green
    And trees grow full
    Where all the fruit is fresh and ripe
    And we share heaven
    A place that calms me when turmoil strikes
    This place where silence is golden
    And our love is still
    Time freezes to save our memories
    So that we can rewind our lives
    A place where only 2 heartbeats exsist, yours and mine

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    drewking commented on This Place


    really like this one, good work..

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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