The Sea ...The woman in love
The Sun… the cold proud man, whom for her waves tremble and creatures inside her shout.
When her man appears at the door, at the usual time he used to meet her, she tremble slowly ,she lies peacefully while excitement tickles her skin.
During the day she is relaxed and protected, she enjoys his warm, she seeks him... then she feels the magnetic presence… she is peaceful, calm and satisfied
When Clouds introduced between her and him, stealing the time he accorded for her no one knows if they just were asked by him for invisibility ... The sea is angry, cries of innocent bitter, Shakes, and dangerous ... but her Sun is around and she cannot feel or see ... has no explanation ... and time is running out
Time to go ... she is sad, drowned in those jailed tears, her man takes farewell tomorrow
At Night she is despair…. pain is heard through the darkness of tears .... Her man is away, cannot enjoy him and he is in unknown ...
It's probably somewhere else where another sea is going through what she went today
it's so sad..why a woman in love it's equal to sadness. a woman in love should be the happiest and most beautiful in the world.
RăspundețiȘtergereAnd why the sun is the man? our lives depend on the existence of the sun, so it's definitely a woman, because is powerful and can transform a tumultuous sea (rebel man) in little river (house man) :))
Gina