Thursday, September 29, 2011

Your Magic

I though of walking away
Stumbled, bruised and torn
I had to return; back to you
Your magic is never ending
And you are a tease
But mine

Let's be together
And build a home
I hunt and your cook
We raise kids
With lions and wolves
They would grow up

The day I have to depart
Hold my hand
And sing me a song
On the porch
Hold me in your arms
I would smile while the life fades

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nicely poem.

ps: I stumbled from blog to blog to yours.

- Ajay