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The movement of the eyes,
The loving looksThat mean so muchAnd sweetly stare,Saying how muchThey really careFor there’s no deeperSilent loveThan in those looks,Not anywhere,That keep on sayingWhat the lipsDon’t even dare.
Real Poetry is like This,
It can create inexplicable bliss.Bless the daysAnd the nightsOf the true Poet.For spreading,Love, DreamsAnd LightWhile fighting schemes,Will be forever,His holy write.
Love is not desire,
The key that opens,Life’s secret door,The Ocean that invades your All,The unrelenting, wanting call.The happiness that is expressed,With every kiss, every caress,The blending of the sky, the sea,The being you, not only me,The height of all reality,The Miracle,All life should be!
A poem,
The mysterious beauty,Of Love and Life,In one single lineIs there any otherSpiritual miracle,This sublime?
Science thinks,
Nervous NetworksThat can make you loveAnd fall apart,Nothing further from the truth,No one knowsOf Love, the rootsFor embedded in each one,Is a different loving swan.
Take me
Where all good soulsMust go,Where there’s no pain,Just love insane,Where heartsJust palpitate and grow.Give me,That hallucinating glow,Teach meWith your wanting eyesThe secrets of Love’s sea,Love’s tides,Keep me in your tender armsAnd never let me freeDon’t you understand?That only loveCan make life flowAnd that my soulWill only your love,Ever want or ever know.