Walking in these woods-I am all alone.
I feel the wind on my face, the cold breath.
Feeling my feelings, I am in my zone,
Thoughts going through my mind on love and death.
The leaves fall down and all the colors change,
The cold, chilly air sets into the season
Like a trade- the summer-winter exchange.
Darling, I finally found my reason.
Love is not like seasons-it never dies.
Love's color nev'r changes or fades away.
It is constant just like how the time flies.
I hope deep inside you, too, feel this way.
My passionate love for you is quite strong,
And deep down, you have felt this all along.
It's the second time you post that poetry...I remember the first time I had read really touch me...and even know continue touch me for remember what I felt and feel reading that...the way you show how love are for you I really respect...."love" could be a word for some people...only a simple word that make other suffer a lot....but when we really feel that....and created a meaning for that...not with our mind but with the heart....it's really impossible accept kiss other lips....or holding others arms ....when our feelings belong only for the one we love....the one we could continue loving forever and ever....with or without them in our arms....
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