Now that we found
This love
We are never going to
Come back down
Now that we have
Found it
at last
Now that we have
All this
we’ve found
I’m never going to
Let it go
Now...
that you cannot escape
From me
And my reality
How will I escape yours?
.....
...
.
MY FIRST MAGPIE contribution! ;-)
...beautiful image...Willow
21 comments:
Es para quedarse...y Amar!!
Besitos y buen finde!
No escapes querida Dulce. Quédate y ama como nunca lo hiciste.
Un besazo!!!
I missed you while I was away. Escape? Surely no one would want to.
What lovely paeans of love. I wonder and marvel at such intensity of love. And I also wonder about the lovely artisan of these words: How much love she must have in order to craft passionate lines as these.
Love will blush when it reads your verses, dearest sweets.
Hope you are having a lovely weekend filled with love :)
Joy always,
Susan
now that you can not escape...i feel like i am in a spider web...smiles. i dont want to escape the web of love though...
Perhaps there is no escape? No where really to go.
Yep, I thought 'escape' meant to flee from something unpleasant, unwanted, or dangerous.
Not from LOVE...or maybe so?
Steveroni--grinning as usual.
So very lovely, this love poem. Welcome to Magpie!
I love the poem. I like the optimism.
Lovely piece. Welcome to Magpie!!
Welcome to the Mag... great entry poem. Love and Light, Sender
how will I escape yours?
the question keeps on repeating even after the read has ended.. lovely debut! :)
My Magpie Is Here:
http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/10/07/wanderer/
beautiful passion.
no escaping once love has grabbed you...nice magpie...bkm
very well put!
love to love and be loved like that.
What a lovely piece and lovely take on the image!
captivating Magpie :)
Dulce your words are always part of a beautiful dance of love...what a wonderful Magpie!
:-)
Nice Magpie!
Escape only to come up for air, dear Dulce. One does need a breathing spell, at times. Beautiful and don't we all dream of having just this kind of love, one time, at least, in our lives.
Wonderful poem!
It's sad how sometimes even in the beginning and in the middle of something wild and new, we envision an end, or wonder about when the end will be and how it will be.
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