O Beloved!
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Make me whole,
Entwine with my soul!
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Away from this scorching world,
Where i shall lay in eternal somnolence.
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Show me the secrets,
Of a womans heart.
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Kiss me,
And save me from the scythe.
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
I yearn for but a touch of your lips,
To satiate my reverberant passion.
(The above was written in an inebriated state, with the echo of the beatings of the heart as loud as the thunder of God's most three most beautiful creations...Rain, Women, and Wine)
Take me in thy arms!
Make me whole,
Entwine with my soul!
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Away from this scorching world,
Where i shall lay in eternal somnolence.
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Show me the secrets,
Of a womans heart.
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
Kiss me,
And save me from the scythe.
O! Beloved!
Take me in thy arms!
I yearn for but a touch of your lips,
To satiate my reverberant passion.
(The above was written in an inebriated state, with the echo of the beatings of the heart as loud as the thunder of God's most three most beautiful creations...Rain, Women, and Wine)
posted by night in shining armour at
2/18/2005 07:45:00 am
1 Comments:
oh..... good poem...
i know that it is true ( by exp).. in case of Rain and Wine.. but donno abt women ;-)
By
adarsh, at May 10, 2005 2:55 pm
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