Samba Stream

I long to hold you tight,
You alone make me feel right.

Whispered soft in my ear like a dream,
You came to me like a samba stream.

In the deepness of the night you light up my sky,
Can't get enough of you, but I want to try.

This endless passion can never be fed,
I don't feel the thorns as you blossom red.

Far beyond any reason or rhyme,
I am yours until the end of time.

Poem by Josh