Art is man’s victory over death,

Love, protects from all defeat,Life, for those alone and weak.

That’s how Life is,Mind your own biz,Like that you won’t be wacked.

Now,Will you be faithfulTo me,Oh, Love of my Life,How will we balanceEach other?Without evenKnowing one another,That’s whyI love to write,I think that is whereAnswers, to so manyMysteries, daringly,Lie.

Just so pure and great and yoursThat it opens, all Life’s doorsAnd is yours more than forever,Love that will forsake you,Never,Love worth living, dying for.Who would want anything more?

Love, sadness,Distress, happinessAll in one,And at the same timeThe spirit bless,With the belovedUniquenessOf a caress.

What can you do with money?Buy things, put up the heat?I like the liberation,That money can achieve,But I’d rather write a poem,As a memory to leave.