The truth of Love never dies / Poem by Margaret Kowalewska

 
Poem by Margaret Kowalewska
 
 
The truth of Love never dies
 
In my dreams, I feel you each night
with the longing flower of alluring essence..
Pink delirium on silk pillow, spilling new dawn
Eyes half closed. Still asleep. Fingers combing
bedding snow. Seeking traces of your presence..
 
If I were to die tomorrow, no hesitation at all
to fly through the milky way dusted with specks of gold..
After missing you for so many years, to see you again,
is to me, the highest reward that I could hope for..
 
Your voice throbbing in scarlet folds of my heart
Vibration is stronger now as I reach for your light.
I am trembling, my love. Your beauty makes me high
Our souls burning with the kiss of eternal trance
Blessed is the angel of death, holding us in celestial arms..
 
© Margaret Kowalewska
 

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