Over The Trace

Over the trace of your wound to me,
With my hands, I built a home without a roof.

I breathed the breath of the dead knights,
And plants thorn, your curiosity brought you back.

You came and said I wish if I wounded before,
So I forget my darkness and read of your longing.

I am trying of offer youtof what we had missed,
With my smiling eyes, she started crying with tears.

I said we haven't missed anything of our love,
Our young years melted away, alone with sorrows.

My grey hair grew me of loving you even more,
Your arriving grew my feelings to you even more.

So my emotions flow over the depth of my rhymes,
If the devil ever said to you that I forget thinking of you.

Just listen to my pure words of my clean heart,
I am the last believer of your love that I was born with it.

15/02/2015