Writing poems is like entering the new world, liberating the soul and allowing the heart to follow imagination, memories, sorrow, joy ...
You are still the best of me
We had battles
we had fights
high emotional flights.
The purest joy to me you are
I can feel your soul
I can see your heart
so bright, so pure ... please don't go far.
You gently showed me what's inside
from you nothing I can hide.
You dare me every single day
to show you that I really can
be the best till limits fall
between you and me there is no wall.
I love you
I am blessed to have you
I know you know me from before
and we came here for something more.
I promise our days are still to come
to merge into one.
So sleep, my dear
the night is free
leave your troubles behind
breathe and just be.
© 2017 Ksenija
Ksenija (author) from Novo mesto, Slovenia on April 06, 2017:
Thank you Linda. I am glad you like it.
Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on April 06, 2017:
This is beautiful, Ksenija. Thank you for sharing the poem.