CRADLE OF DREAMS.
True love, difficult to explain or define
Sensing feelings, highlight with signs
Spending every minute, each can spare
Remembering special moments, to share
Hands that press, with palm to palm
Inner turmoil within, mixed with calm
Words not required, eyes converse
Exploding emotions, happiness burst
Invisible electricity, jumps between two
Itchiness to touch another, so new
Never to be ordered, acts like a bug
Infects the smitten, needing to hug
Nothing is enough, two wanting more
Control struggles, as passion soars
Rules fall by a wayside, love supreme
In lovers arms, is a cradle for dreams
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
that special moment, we may experience in life.......never to be forgotton.....
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Kathy