Migrating love

I whisper into   withering  flowers  your name to enliven them.
I make of every passing cloud  a love messenger  to you.
I chase moonlight to feel the  touch of your face
When  she  falls on you .
 With migrating sparrows  I send you   my love poems.
With rain drops,  I awash away your sorrows.
Your heart is my home,
Your smile is my moon.
Seas or deserts set us apart,
Love is a  restless nomad.
Written by arabian roses

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