Poetic prose
Can even attempt
To describe,
The ineffable,
The overwhelming
Deep thunder
The breathtaking wonder,
That feeling called Love
So deep and intangible
So sweet and unimaginable
So difficult to find and attain
So abstract and untouchable
So invisible and desired
That it can control
All of life
Just by uttering its name.
I’ll become the cold Wind, shrinking to a sigh,I will fold up like a handkerchief’s goodbyeIf you go, if you leave me, I’ll just Die.If you go,Who will share my simple verse?Who will travel thru my Universe?Who will calm my everlasting thirst?Who will heal my dreams and my tears, dry?If you go.
His land should be sincerityAnd Love, true camaraderie,No lies no falsehoods ever,Makes all lives beautifully better.
Death of the spirit,Death of the soul,When you cannot,Love at all?
Of truest love,The most sincereThe one poetsKeep dreaming of,Going thru lifeWithout thisIs probably,Our greatest miss.
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.
Life is full of Doubts,And at the EndDoes it ever work out?
