One moonlit night,
Clouds played,
Hide and seek,
With the moon,
Around her face.
And it rained outside,
Within the trees,
Where we stood,
After running again,
Hands in hands.
Lost in the forest,
In the rain,
Where there was fire –
That never spreads-
To burn the leaves,
But to sooth the souls.
With the warmth of love.
Wind was silent,
So do the birds,
Silent were the tree leaves,
All were hearing –
The dripping water
In the pond, falling drops –
From the pine grooves.
But in the thunders,
All the sound seemed lost,
somewhere in darkness,
And we felt our entity,
Hands held together.
Lost in the forest,
In the rain,
Where there was fire –
That never spreads-
To burn the leaves,
But to sooth the souls.
With the warmth of love.
Lovely expression!
Good boss. . . Good poem. .
A romatic poem.