So rare to see,
Of such great Beauty,
In it’s simplicity,
As it spoke of Love,
So Romantically.
Like a new born Rose,
It’s perfume reached the heart,
For it spoke of a love,
That would never depart.
So rare to see,
Of such great Beauty,
In it’s simplicity,
As it spoke of Love,
So Romantically.
Like a new born Rose,
It’s perfume reached the heart,
For it spoke of a love,
That would never depart.
Because love,Keeps us aliveAnd cures all,Making All,Possible.While hate,KillsAnd it’s,The worst feelingThere is!
With their toys,Except from True Love,The greatest of all joys.
If you can evenCall it that!For it’s a compulsionFor writing,A magnificent obsession,I suppose,Love must feel like that.
About a cough,Normality is a triviality,Not very often sought.
Especially,To have a good cry,Invisible tearsThat don’t physicallyAppear,But can be readAnd feltIn black and white.
Paradise Lost,The people feed.The more I live,The more I knowMan is to man,Less friend, more foeAnd as I walk thru meadows sweetI try to avoid, the Weeds I meet.