Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The breeze moves slowly, gently
A cooling touch it leaves behind
On the body, chilling even the marrow
But, the burning within – what
Can stop my blood rushing
Other than your hand holding mine,
How can the fever in my ven reduce?
Unless you take me in your arms.
What wind can put out the fire?
Burning for you in my heart!
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@ 11/17/2009
Don't let me go -