The other evening with autumn at hand
we place wood upon the fire
poplar engaged in a slow dance, a foreign beat
the crackle and sizzle fade away.
Your eyes take my eyes
Your lips embrace my lips.
I touched Heaven
The other evening with autumn at hand
we place wood upon the fire
poplar engaged in a slow dance, a foreign beat
the crackle and sizzle fade away.
Your eyes take my eyes
Your lips embrace my lips.
I touched Heaven
Great poem with feeling