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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There’s a special language,
That only sensitive hearts,Can feelTo which their whole beingKneels,A language that transcends logicThat goes beyond the written handFlooding everything with Magic.
Since an apple a day
Then two apples a dayMust keep ‘everything’ at bay.
Debilitating yet exhilarating,
All giving yet painful,All encompassing LoveA feeling so hard to describe,Mystery of mysteries,The essence of Life is Love.
Words are lost in say,
Deep and true, velvety sweet,Will stay,Tomorrow even moreThan today.
Tears clean our eyes,
What good is it to cry?If all that hurts,Remains the same.
Can there be clarity
In mystery,As Life flows?That is the secretOf curiosity,And poetry,Going, whereNo one dares to go.