Poezja

She crosses my mind, like a cloud swaying across space and time.
Every pass, seducing me closer to her enchanting gaze.
Every moment, one I would wish to spend a lifetime replaying
For every day I am restrained from touching her ivory skin
For every week come and gone,
For every month welcomed and faded into the past
For every year cherished and regretted
I am happy to at least know YOU
If only we meet again.