Whispers of Love

A flying kiss so intense
carrying scent of love;
monarch butterflies migrating
to pink narrow lips.

this courier of love
want to be opened
by someone whose whispers
flow in my soul.

the trembling of lips
like deserted hills
rains of your love
is my only will.

fall on the sand
of my body and
let the Petrichor that rose
surround my world.

longing for a secret garden
a place of our date
wanting to know
the beats of our hearts.

touch me,kiss me,feel me
the flowers of our love witnessing this assemblage.
Its pure,its true
I can feel the walk of my beau.

His eyes of brown sugar
blinks and cry a river
finding me in pain or shiver.
He is made for me,he is mine
what else proof they need on us.

We are the reason
of whispers of our love.
We are the reason
of whispers of our love.