Like love,
It just happens,
The who, the why
And the what for
Doesn’t seem to matter
When you’re
Really in love
You never stop,
To look back
And ask, Why?
Therefore,
Love and Poetry
Can never be denied,
Nor put to one side
For they entirely,
Satisfy,
And you don’t even
Have to know
Why.
There’s no escape,Lies don’t go far.
Knowledge serves as Consolation,When alone, you’re getting by,Dries a portion of your tears,When you begin to cry.
A message, all alone,Does not sing as should be.Melodious rhythm, some good rhyme,And images galore,Do not amongst that, short forgetOur dear friend, metaphor,Make Poetry, endless in Time,A Gift you can’t ignore.
Never to be seen again,Nothing, ever lastsNor us, nor we, nor themOnce the die is castAnd Life is on its way,There is no turning backTill our final day,But how we miss our Past!The once lived, happy days,For some, yet not for all,Those days, those yearsThat won’t come back,Like first Roses of MayLike Love that’s gone…
If you can answer,Please do.Because, I can’tEven if I wantedTo.Love is blindTightly Bound,By such mysteriousFeelingsThat for, the inexplicable,Many timesThe right words,Don’t existOr can’t be ever found.
