My Lady

Like the storm over granite stones

Your smile washes my sobs away

When our eyes meet
I feel gushes down the depth
Of the wells of my heart

Your embrace_ my bae
Brings me summer and winter
And when you let go
I don’t want the spring break

What is it like? The feeling
When our lips meet
I feel the chill of Antarctica
And when they part
I feel the clarity of silence

We are love my love.

©Lansah Lawrence
Oct. 2016

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