And to be loved,
With love, no end,
Oh poor are those,
That love has spared,
And never had,
That One that cared.
Above all, Love,
That Is, what counts,
For Life to bloom,
And dance around,
To feel the rhythm of the Sea,
Singing the sweetest melody,
And feel Life’s Beauty, totally.
It is this Love that we do feel,
That makes us Human, makes us real,
Embedding us with happiness,
Giving to Life, the very best.
Translated into words,That tell it All.
He endlessly lied,The Country defied,Democracy died,At his station,Seeming oblivious to promises made,He was totally unable,To carry Truth and make stable,Any part of the Nation.
Like in a trance,A poem is written,Why?Those are the secretsThat All answers,Defy!
But it is within You,With Truth and Love and Beauty,Sincerity is Key,Honesty and Harmony.‘I love you! ‘That’s how it has to be.
Slowly, slowly, I remember,That I Love You, ‘when and why’,Not too long ago it happened,On a day I can’t recall,But that day the Heavens opened,And I heard of Love, the call,Ever since then I’ve adored you,Loving-Sweetness of my heart,You have given me the whole world,That’s what sets you, so apart.
As the Devil in the background,Laughs quietly and slightly drools.
