The strong attraction
The blinding,
Thrilling Action,
That compels,
And casts its spell,
As no reason,
Interferes,
In the love
The Poet has for
His live creations.
So is
The Poet’s Love
For Poetry,
As it permeates
And conquers
Life
And all he writes
And feels.
All they care about is,To Win It!And then continue,To Spin It!Incredibly, sad,Incredibly, shamefulA Country like this,Ripped, gutted by Cads
A simple,‘I love you’Can many hearts heal.Poetry knows thisAnd does it so well,Just, two fine lines,Can cast magic spell.
Most unforgettableMoments in life,Heavens open wide,And death disappears,You feel immortalAmong the spheres,That haunt the skies,And you don’t even,Have to ever ask,Why?
In a ship full of sweet words,That no one has ever heard,All those words belong to me,But I’ll share them, you will see,For in the poetic world,All is possible, I’ve heard.All my words will be your crown,With my love, your life surround,For forever in their sound,Music flows towards ecstasy,Love projects its fantasy,How much better can…
Harder to define.
Said the Artist,To his Art.And from then on,They were neverFound apart.
