Haunted roads. They frighten.
Love frightens. Love entertains.
It give impossible possibilities.
Love, I think of holding that hand, grasping it
pulling the warmth of their body to me
murmuring the name, quietly on my lips
them feeling my breath on their neck and sighing for it,
wanting the feel to last
my lips on their lips.
Their lips on my lips.
Light in the heart,
light in the moment,
everything.
Fire in the heart
singing off doubts from forever
time passes in the silence
time passes for the touch.
To hold that hand, to grasp it
to feel that warmth when I had none
is everything, is everything
and will not by memory undone.
....manka ere'ta gaur anwa...
...manka ere'ta re gaur amin.
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