Last night’s passion lingers on finger tips,
While tender whispers keep daybreak at bay.
Till hearts bid adieu with tears upon lips
That ache for new tryst with little delay
Be still, let me make sense of your heartbeat
And kiss me like there are no tomorrows.
Touch my soul earnestly, without deceit.
Let heart’s eye find us lustful in meadows.
Summon into mind sunny garden bower
Where we renew love’s essence when apart;
Because my heart, like a field sunflower,
Thrives on the sunlight that floods from your heart
Love lives not in reason, but in the heart,
And grows most deeply when hearts are apart.
© Ilija Lukić 2020
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