Christian

Of your soft love in the soft rain,
Of your soft romantic hands in the long train,
For i am not dead but alive on this love.

I live in Serbia and i like what you've been doing for me,
And i will love you always till the sun is out of light!
For, this love is the way to my country.

I will sing for you with a soft voice when you are with me,
And i will be around always for your love;
For your soft touch on me is like the way to my home.

I have to find myself on this love,
I have to lead you on this tracks to my home;
For your romantic hands need my naked body.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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