Lovers Wanderings
Whisper softly your gentle words
In a way that lovers never find absurd
Gather in the laughter on the wind
Wanting more but not the end
Go to her when she calls
And into your arms let her fall
Wanting her your only thought
The warmth of her body is now sought
Without her its just wandering
Alone and lost in your imagining
For Love can be a fragile thing
When tragedy is all it brings.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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