Posted by Let me talk to you, just before you go.
Let my chin rest on your shoulder,
right on your collarbone.
My lips find your earlobe,
and these words they start to probe,
Te Amo mucho, Mi Amor.
Moments have come to you in my thoughts.
Memories gather and wait on my minds porch.
These sunsets lay beautiful sights
with yellow dust mixed with orange lights
So when I visit the grave on every eve
I can’t help but release this tempered streams.
My lids they flood, and the heat it seems,
guides each drop to its filtered screen.
And to think
I would wait until dawn.
I wish once more I could whisper this,
Te Amo mucho, Mi Amor.
Let me talk to you, just before you go.
Let my chin rest on your shoulder, right on your collarbone.
My lips find your earlobe,
and these words they start to probe.
Te Amo mucho, Mi Amor.
Books I would like to read
Gabriel K. Jones 
A sad but beautiful poem…I’m glad you shared it…amor no tiene limites
the writer thanks you. And you are ever so true. There are no limits that love knows.
So lets love like we have no limits.