I Wish You Will..

The gaps between my fingers
Whisper truth of reality.
Yet sweet petals of love
Blossoms in my heart
can smell but can’t touch
A heavenly torture.
I pray
keep my love petals
in your heart’s book always
pressing hard like dried flowers
so that whenever you open your heart
you can see and feel my essence.
trappedwings trappedwings
31-35, F
Dec 14, 2012