She often asks..
''I?''..
And I reply..
Yes, it's You..it's only You.
You are like the sugar to my chocolate bitter,
The chocolate to my chocolate chiller.
You are the umbrella to my pinacolada,
The lemon to my tequila.
You are like the coke to my justerini & brooks,
The clove to my smoke.
You are the tobacco to my cigarette,
The ash to my casket.
You are like the sparkle to my eyes,
The oxygen to my lungs.
You are the fur to my coat,
The beat to my heart.
You are like the charger to my battery,
And the life to my body.
She - Her pleasant face I can't forget, she like the song of summer filled with sunshine. Her face is like a heaven, her lips is like a
ReplyDeletewishing well..her tender love melts my heart. Because of her..I live...and survive...
She the only one I care to live for the rest of my life..she's my paradise.
How about that Satrajit, hehee....authur Sally Gibbson. Hey my rubbish again..I like most of your poems, you are talented person which I should learn more from you, thank you so much for sharing..will look thru the rest again tomorrow...I just love them all. Well done my friend, Bravo !!! ^_^
Sally, you opt a nice way to reciprocate your view..Thanks! :)
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