Emerald Dragon Archives

To you

My writing has no import,

My reading no class.

You make all my words

Seem like carcasses of thoughts,

My thoughts 

Irrational whims.

Nothing I do or say

Is enough to win your respect,

You would have me love you,

You tell me 

you love me too.

Your apathy to my desires

Sometimes makes me wonder,

Do you love me,

Or t...

Your silhouette,

strong against the darkness

of my soul,

Fills my heart

with a yearning

so overwhelming that

I swoon.

Your breath

plays with rhythms

in a symphony of

whispers in my ear

reviving,

reinventing,

rejuvenating,

my innermost secrets.

Oh, the ecstasy

of first love!

Oh, the fervour

of that first touch!

Those moments,

hushed in thei...