It´s when every word is softly spoken,
Our special feelings, are then all set
free,
When, with poetry, the soul has awoken,
It´s then, the reality of Eden, we may see.
It´s when all music, is so tenderly played,
Locked doors of souls, are opened wide,
When, with songs, all desire is weighed,
It´s then, with the Gods above, we do
abide.
It´s when, with caresses, all love is
given,
It´s then, emotionally, we become alive,
When, with lover´s breath, we are driven,
It´s then, we know what it is to survive.
It´s when kisses are planted on waiting
lips,
Our flowering blooms & begins to grow,
When, by tracing on skin, by finger´s tips,
It´s then, we´re free, with winds to blow.
It´s when faith knocks, upon doors of
hearts,
When suns rise in dawns & thaws cold snows,
When, with soft sighings, all hatred departs,
It´s then & only then, that we will finally
know.
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