Final Touch

It was a night, full of dreams
flowers all over the room
bringing fragrance
to rekindle their desires.

As flowers floating on waters
and drifting to ocean
their eyes stuck in mellow
like an ice which never melts.

He binds close to her
to feel the soft touch
down the neck and cheeks
teasing her lips and grapes.

Its not the time, but the length
all pure and delightful gifts
of treasures, pleading to own
in ones hand.

Kisses and roses shared
for the first time
holds the edge of deepness
in mind.

A simple and sparkle touch
makes them understand
a fish out of water
is all about the final touch.

It has no name
when its quiet and secret
longing for a new life
to be born in Love again.