Mirela Necula-With something torn from you

Mirela Necula

With something torn from you

I stopped at the edge of ever after, In the sun who doze in the poppies of the love within us, I was gathering the magic of the moments started in a great impatience, For your beautiful hands hold them like the pollen in bloom.

A scattered thought caresses my fallen tear, And I know it's sent by you with a missing excuse, It feels as like "you hold a miracle in your soul", With a resounding voice, with something torn from you.

Do you love, my feelings are asking a little confused? In a deaf rest, with a blind storm or with fiery lips?