And all that is nice,
I love the projection
I feel in your eyes,
So tender and loving
Considerably, sweet
Maybe someday,
You and I
Can finally meet…
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So much in Poetry is Feelings,
But I’d rather express my feelings,Than with indifference be hit
I study feelings,
Not bragging,Just understanding,Seeing,How feelings,In other human beings,Nest,The gestures, the eyes,The movements,The internal pound,The language that is said,Without making a sound.A thrilling sensation,Observing all this,To me it means,Deep Human communication,Truly does exist.
A white page
Pencil.A good home,Some inspirationWhich I hopeWill stayNot roam,That’s all I needTo happy be,And never feelTotally desperateOr alone.
No wound like that of lonely love,
But drains the heart of all it’s blood,Without saying a word,A hurt, a life of Loneliness,Without your Love, your nihil,You know you’re suffering everyday,And that you always, will.
Words fall from nowhere,
Or troubled clouds over troubled hearts?For Love is also a song of Nowhere,When two Lovers are apart.
If man ever learns,
He helps himself more,It will be the most illuminatingMoment in the history of mankindAnd Hope, will then be rebornWhen we finally realizeThat loving is better than hating.