Warm palms

Warm palms

O love don’t be so proud

Come down from the cloud

Waiting you with open arms

Missing your warm palms

Remembering the joyous times

Rhymes and sensuous climes

When they passed on arms

Strange feeling alarms

How much love you showed

How many times we bowed

I stopped you with a tug

Aspiring to with you hug

We embraced so tight

The soul did feel a sprite

But those days have gone

Now I am all alone