As a matter of precaution

But nothing is forever,Things, just never seem to stay,Happiness is a feather,So often blown away.

A wordless page,A silent stage,An empty rhyme,No where in Time,Without his dignity.What can a Poet be,Without Love?A Soul that’s lost,A silent heart,That falls apart,Looking for Light,When all is dark!Liberty and Love,That’s what PoetsAre made of.

The intoxicating effectThe extravagantly,Glorious, feelingOf a poem, grand,With one sole handIt can lift you upTo Heaven’s SpaceSadden you to tears,Deep Emotions, renovate. .Whichever, the caseNever underestimate,A Poem’s Grace.

I want them to understand,The love I have for you.The Holding of the Hands,Love smoldering in advance,The giving, between two,The silent ‘I love you’,That lovers understand,United by that touch,Of hands, that say so much.

Life moves,MysteriouslyIn leaps and bounds,It’s greatest treasureIt’s sweetest soundIs surely, Love,If ever found.

Yes, the tides keep singing,Their ever haunting tune.Is there an affinity,Between mother and child?Yes, the child is part of you,The part that never dies.Is there an affinity,With everything we see?Yes, there’s a connection,A silent unity.Is there an affinity,Between our lives and love?Yes, it is the miracle,We never tire of.