You see into his soul,
Confront his All,
Face to face.
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The mind may forget,
Love projects,Forgets me notsIn that lasting filmWhere Love does playAll starring, parts.
Read me,
Passionately, tooIntimately, Flowingly,Just for you.Don’t let themKnow,That we haveA secret pactThat says,We’ll neverLet each otherGo!And that real Love.We discoveredOh, so long ago.
There’s Always Tomorrow,
But, Time I cannot borrow,I used it all up,And now I have, none.
Those who read me,
That poetry is Never,A foeThat poetry will go,Further than any force on Earth,To put a stop to injustice,Equalize, the diverse,Plant gardens of feelings,With Roses so appealingThe Heavens will Burst into Love,Poetry,Never Enough.
I have come to the conclusion,
About all that we’re about,What is good and what is bad?What is true and what is sad?What is man, forever mad?Nothing known, and nothing fixed,Makes the World a ‘dangerous mix’
Poets,
Too busyRunning,Thru fieldsOf WordsTo harvest,To reapIntellectualWheat,Poetry,The StaffOf Life.