Deep love, romantic blue?
I love blue eyes,
Clear, soft they’re tied
To tenderness,
In very special ways
They spread the light
To love and keep,
To honor and obey.
Are your eyes blue?
If so, some day
Maybe you, too
Will be much loved
In this unusual,
Blue Romantic way.
‘True Love are We’,Replied, the Thorn,‘Red Blood mingled with Perfume’.
For the rest of their lives,Frustrated, they’ll beIt’s like being a planted seed,But never becoming a tree.
I admire you,I swim in your words,I fly with your words,Like a silver sparrow,Wounded by a golden arrow,I dare not approach the Sun,For fear of being burned.It’s alright,Your light is bright enough,To excite all my tomorrows,Even though, we’ve never met,I’m still,Lovingly yours, tonight,And every night that follows.
Sentimental beautyThat nothing elseHas,When the divine sincerityOf Purity,Magically touchesPoetry’s loving branches,Its unfolded armsCan easily,Reach and touch,The Sky.
It is a ‘banality’,That most humans don’t observe
Images wed,Feelings fed.
