Ravishment will brim over in my slumber
When I dream of waking up next to you every morning,
Of us sauntering and gazing at the dew-drops
Dripping from the orchids´ clusters,
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I´ll be delighted to behold the starry night painted on the canvas of your eyes, The silver beam of the moonlight Reflected upon your face, The slight whisper of a sigh Escaping from your (flushing....do replace with another word lie blushing as flushing conveys down the drain in loos) lips. then the para will be lovelierly
to behold the starry night painted on the canvas of your eyes, The silver beam of the moonlight Reflected upon your face, ...... how so dearly poetic u are dear poet. love your poem. tony
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation written from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Jose.