This heart craves for more,
that it has been promised
having to make do with far less
the ache gets stronger
the need stays longer
the taste of ambrosia
lingers on my lips
longing for that sweet caress
to be lost in the depths
of a tender look
that safe feeling ...
being in your arms is
like coming home again.
Image poetry Goblet
*written long ago, on one of those "rare" heady days of marriage.
*written long ago, on one of those "rare" heady days of marriage.
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Glad you made it this far...would love to hear your take on the words scribbled. A comment every now and then keeps the blues away. :D
Since, crazy Mr. Blogspot won't let me reply to the comments here (is upset with the water ladies ever since they refused to verify visitors)...will do the next best thing, drop in to your blog to say my Vanakkam/Namaste/Salaam/Hello.