An eternal melancholic flower,
That takes away the power,
To find happiness to share?
Always thinking, always thinking,
That better Worlds exist,
In some fairyland, Somewhere…
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Swinging on the moon
Know that when this happensLove cannot be far!Loving Love’s SensationThat we really can’t describe,Love’s the only thingThat makes you always,Feel Alive!
Search and ye shall learn,
Knowledge serves as Consolation,When alone, you’re getting by,Dries a portion of your tears,When you begin to cry.
Here is to Poetry
Its deep comprehensionAnd its wise concepts.Here is to PoetryThat throughout our livesShould hold up the torchFor beauty and loveFor all that is right,Permitting flight.Long live you, Poetry!Heart of all hearts,Open window,Colored spectrum,ResurrectionOf all Arts.
A poem can be sad
Cheerfully or mournful,But never, indifferent!Emotion and clarityMust be presentTo reach its goal,Which is sincereSelf inner-expressionTo be sharedWith one and All.
It’s so true,
A whole new Vision,For my tired eyes,And my lonely heart,You have crystallized,A World far beyond this world,Where Lovers roam,You have set the tone,To never want to dieSo I never leave you alone,And then, of happiness, I cry,Hoping to be able,To take you with me,To my personal, Sky,Hoping that Love’s Eternal,Not mortal, like you and I.
The minutes pass,
Of Venetian glass,So transparentAnd so sweet,Hand blown,Architecturally, perfectAnd with diamonds sownSo that when you ownThe gem of LoveYou’re the richest personWithout a doubt.Please don’t questionAny of the above,Just love, love and love.A poet’s wordsYou have to feelAnd that also,For Romantics,Has great appeal.