Thanksgiving night

 
What could be better than a gulp of warming pleasure?
The feeling when nectar gets in a dried throat,
It’s like your body takes a secret pleasure
Which is supposed to bring a healing hope.
 
Afterwards there is no any pain in the chest.
Pinky sunbirds have reached your own heart.
All the days which were worst now are best
Cause you know that you’re loved from apart.
 
It makes people in love create serenades, howl.
They are capable of flying with no wings.
Walk on foot to the North Pole
Only to kiss her soft lips.
 
But it sometimes isn’t enough
To make our sweetest dream come true.
The only way which’s left, a path,
“I have to build a bridge to you”.
 
So, why am I talking to myself in the night?
My feelings-thoughts don’t let me go to sleep.
I cannot forget her penetrating greeny sight.
I am glad that she made my heart bleed.