Sailing

Hold my hand and come home with me,

once you stole my heart, and now I long to be free.

With a hymn on my lips and a rose in my hand,

whisper my name again in the

solitude of the night.

I come like the season of happiness,

planting your horizon with colors of love,

splashing your slumber with my morning dew,

holding my cup of wine to your lips,

quenching your thirst with droplets of eternal bliss.

Meet me where the river drowns in the ocean,

there my soul will kiss yours with nonstop emotions,

and together we seek shelter  in another world,

where sorrow is clothed with joy and time yields to hope.

The stars will shine upon us,

and the wind will whistle its flutters of love,

deeply enchanted in one another, the journey becomes easier,

giving visibility for the golden grace, decked out with shining beauty

and entwined with precious faith.

Into the ocean of love, my soul, make me sail!

© Therese

(He is the poet, and I'm his poem)

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