Plesant Perfection

Have such perfect pink clouds

Ever existed before?

Or did they come as a token of the truth of this happiness?

So close you could touch them,

Drifting over the romantically dim midnight sky,

Slowly exposing the careless constellations.

With the rustling of leaves, and the sheer beauty of isolation

Comfort is the best feeling accompanying the closeness,

As all useless thoughts ever concocted in the mind before

Are taken away by the tranquil traveling clouds.

Nothing else matters but you two and the world,

And every soft spoken word

is spilling with sweetness that warms and relaxes the spirit.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The one time I could spent time with my man at 3:00 in the morning. I escaped in his arms and this was that bliss.

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Gemma Langley's picture

So beautifully written. I could almost picture the scene.