Wind free nothing ness

Wavelet of passion

Wrinkles of the heart wrapped as scars
Trudging in the forest of love many shades
What uncoiled the un cooked savouring
In its devouring sweeps of drenching kisses
The truth that I was made to love him
To be him while being me, letting him be me
We discovered a terrain held sacred buried
Time has tasted us and will hunger again
It is not in the end but in the journey
We seek to unite and let time drown in us.