April, the month for poetry. Two poems.
The first time I saw your face-Two short poems.
Elegant lady told me, life is hard and the night is long my love.
We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.
Kind night allowed us to adrift in the safety of tender embrace and sweet kiss.
We must paint a perfect picture of two lovers finding the endless path of the sage of real love. Please paint me perfect painting, for when your love is near. You are my song and my will.
My kind muse is quiet. The sweet red wine and the morning daybreak brought her peaceful rest. I caressed her face with appreciating fingers. I lay my head against her breasts, hearing her beating heart. Her kind embrace took me to perfect place. Where love become infinite and we abandon fear or regret. I looked at her face and I see landscape of beautiful journey and safe place to rest. I whispered to lady midnight. Thank you for an Angel for a man who only knew darkness and despair.