Poezie

I Love It

1 min lectură·30 mai 2008

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I love it when she smiles,

though she’s such a tease.

I love it when she kisses me,

though her lips make me lose myself.

I love it when she whispers,

bringing the soft memory of bliss

back into a faller’s life.

For I am a faller.

Am one of those

who seek out their heart,

determined to break up

the pieces still standing.

I love it when she breathes,

for breath of life like hers

no one could ever offer.

I love it when she speaks,

though words are not always

as smooth as we would have them.

I love it when she laughs –

a rain of happiness pouring into my soul

and drowning all sorrow.

The soul... such a strange thing...

And yet we keep wishing for its peace.

Haunted by ghosts of the past,

it strives to endure...

it strives to exist.

I love it when she touches me,

for in her touch I find

incredible pleasure.

I love it when she takes me,

and always yearn to give her more.

I love her.

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Bogdan Olteanu. “I Love It.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/bogdan-olteanu/poezie/1785437/i-love-it

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