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Waiting for you

 

Written: Maxima

The rain is again on the streets of my city
Unshackle it from the damp and cold, coffins, despair
…Loneliness, and time is running
Drummers , and grin at the darkness of my window,
Already , on the third day.

Fondness was, hidden in the apple of the eye,
In soul and waiting …
Waiting for you,
So that , spills, the beauty of your body
And inserted into the edge of of your heavenly smile
I love you
Come as soon as possible

Will you, I wonder

 

Written: Maxima

Will you, I wonder,
When those soft pillows steal all your dreams
with those beautiful freckles across your nose
At last, awake to the early morning sun
With a short, transparent nightgown,
with the freshness of a bird’s eye
then I nag,
Bring me some more sugar, please.
And then I say
No, I do not need sugar,
Your lips are sweeter,
Give me your lips
So I want to kiss
I love you

 

It’s Easy My Love

Written: Maxima

My Dear
it is easy for me to be the hero,
to be the heroic warrior
who rides the wide and so warm heart,
a miracle of clouds that are the color
of your heart and soul that understands me.
With you it is easy to walk a trail of stars
when I you are beside me.
My beautiful Angel
I want you I love you

My pretty one

Written: © Maxima

My pretty one,
My every thought
Is about you
Soon the sleepy stars
Will light up the sky
But you,
You are the brightest one,
My princess
Cover my breast
With your scented hair
And sail into the land of dreams
I have a confession to make,
My darling
You are the most beautiful
Word I know
The most beautiful song
I sing
I love you

All of my dreams

Written: © Maxima

Gently
You touched my lips
And took me to the stars
My dream

Belong to you
I touched your hair
Ran my fingers through it
This morning
Smells of you
I love you

This world to me

Written: © Maxima

As rain floods the
the thirsty ground
drop by drop you
flow into my soul,
and like the sun you
warm my heart granting
renewed strength.
Your hair and eyes,
smiling lips…your hands
fragile as doves,
mean everything in
this world to me.

 

Passing Days


Written: © Maxima

Passing Days

And so the days pass
Some sad, sometimes ugly,
Some are joyous, Sun-drenched,
when you are smiling,
your eyes sparkling.
Some, like this day, are somewhat wistful,
wanting things to be the same
when we were captivated by the beauty of us,
our enchantment, hearts bursting…
sweet nectar of your lips on mine and our
love in every line of poems we wrote,
ah, the poet in us.
So today I bring her something sweet,
tonight I will mold our dreams with passion,
the tenderness that only I know she wants and needs.
The sweet way that I know it.
Let me sculpt the darkness with sighs and light
the night with passion, unleash the expanse of imagination,
light it with the flame of desire.

Maxima

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