I believe in you

I believe in you long poem

I believe the ‘wee of a day’

Is the early morning when

The babes are still sleeping

The cocks have not yet crowed

Hounds are just coming from the hunt

Owls have not yet started dreaming.

I believe the ‘wee hours’ are

The hours when dreams evade us if ever we wake.

That moment when we start dreaming with open eyes

We start crying with broken hearts

When we begin to wipe off tears with sweaty pillows

Every tongue I lift to spell a word

And the effort I use to borrow words from my heart

I get the obscure vague non-deciphered feeling in me.

I might not know

But the little other might is the greatest feeling in my existence.

When you hang up the phone

A pistol of sadness triggers in my spine.

I commence to feel the evil platitudes of forlornness.

Yes, even below the scotching blaze of the sun

I wither within the cold, I can barely breath.

My marrow freezes in the cold together with my bones aching.

Yet in of all this, there is one place I can call home;

In your ‘arms’

My wishes to be there with you, for you and with you might be disappointed

But in my heart I have found a place to reside.

A place in our memories.

Beautiful desires I have in my entire one

For in your arms I find the one to love.

Come closer my love come closer to me,

Lest our hearts grieve nonchalance…. decree.

Every night I adore the sunset

And try to draw the last alm of heat from its day

I do send it from my heart to yours.

Your beauty gives me the pain senorita,

My heart hurts with pleasure,

My lungs explode with astonishment.

To behold, if I had one more night to live…

I would spend that night beside you.

You are the very palm of strength when I am desperate.

I believe in your arms to peacefully lay my sleep

And use every last breathe I would ever be granted

To tell you how much I love you.

This is what I want.

To dream about you in every sleep required.

I want to know that the best part of my life

Is still ahead of me.

I love you……..

My earnest emotion

Painted on a deliberate core

My fervent Love

Bestowed on a patient soul

I love you……..

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Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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Saurin Desai
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Beautifully written. What a treat. My favourite like is “My lungs explode with astonishment”

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