Old Romance
To the Worlds beyond the beautiful moon we fly
my love
They say its a world without the noises of the crazy machines
Let me wrap you in my strong arms
And tune my guitar to sing out loud to your racing heart
An unsung poem of Love!
Let my poem be the only song, only sound to reverberate
In these grand halls built in our hearts
The echoes of our romance sinking into the walls
Whilst my lips drench yours while they dance to The Blue Danube
What Worlds do you see? What dreams do you brew?
Let me peek into the closed eyes and your secret fantasies.
Pull me close for the fragrance you left on my dress last night still lingers
Like the Wine it makes the thoughts go wild
For the World might have forgotten the smell, not the heart nor the mind
Hide it away, lock it down as a beautiful memory to feed on
TO get high while the bottles run out of wine and the poem is till incomplete...
Let the fingers which made love only with the beautiful guitars run through your hair
Can you hear the music I wonder.
Like the thin E the strand dancing around the ears
As if playing hide and seek, as if teasing my imagination
Let my fingers feel the hair, let me wrap it around your ear
Falling on your neck upside down like a child in a playful mood
Let my fingers glide on the curves
Like an orchestra conductor the heart guides
Hold it dear and close for the God made her ever so delicate says the mind
What is more pleasant than sliding ones fingers form the hair to her waist
As if composing a tune when the tides rise high, trying to catch the beauty so high
Close the eyes and get lost in the admiration
For the most beautiful thing God ever created lies a breath away
Smirk! Pity those tides.
They say its a world without the noises of the crazy machines
Let me wrap you in my strong arms
And tune my guitar to sing out loud to your racing heart
An unsung poem of Love!
Let my poem be the only song, only sound to reverberate
In these grand halls built in our hearts
The echoes of our romance sinking into the walls
Whilst my lips drench yours while they dance to The Blue Danube
What Worlds do you see? What dreams do you brew?
Let me peek into the closed eyes and your secret fantasies.
Pull me close for the fragrance you left on my dress last night still lingers
Like the Wine it makes the thoughts go wild
For the World might have forgotten the smell, not the heart nor the mind
Hide it away, lock it down as a beautiful memory to feed on
TO get high while the bottles run out of wine and the poem is till incomplete...
Let the fingers which made love only with the beautiful guitars run through your hair
Can you hear the music I wonder.
Like the thin E the strand dancing around the ears
As if playing hide and seek, as if teasing my imagination
Let my fingers feel the hair, let me wrap it around your ear
Falling on your neck upside down like a child in a playful mood
Let my fingers glide on the curves
Like an orchestra conductor the heart guides
Hold it dear and close for the God made her ever so delicate says the mind
What is more pleasant than sliding ones fingers form the hair to her waist
As if composing a tune when the tides rise high, trying to catch the beauty so high
Close the eyes and get lost in the admiration
For the most beautiful thing God ever created lies a breath away
Smirk! Pity those tides.
Lets fly away from this world my love
For the definition of romance here is corrupt
What is Love? What is romance? What is lust? What is desire?
The art and beauty of love and romance have disappeared beyond the Moon
For my old fashioned mind searches and savors the old romance
Romance that can breed poems and art
Lets run away and hide from the modern art!
Lines written by the ink of beautiful emotions Aion :)
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