(a triolet sonnet)
Every time I have you close...
This remarkable yearning,to you brings me home.
The sound of your voice reaches just the clouds above.
Walls trembled and time for me, a moment froze.
My lips stilled, by the the whisper of your gentle kiss,
My heart evoked so much, Icoudn't just miss.
Every time I have you close...
I don't really know what I've done, to deserve all this.
But anyway, I am so happy to get your love, your kiss,
Every time I have you close...
I know that losing you, would really hurt,
Thorns would sting me more, and no more a rose.
Walls tremble and for me, time a moment froze.
This remarkable yearning, to you brings me home.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
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