And yet, much the same,
Intensity, passion,
Varies at times,
But we all feel excitement,
As love in us climbs.
Those dearly beloved,
To have and to hold,
In Truth, overwhelming,
So precious, so bold,
The touch of hands meeting
As if they were gold,
And passion, real passion,
As never been told.
The excitement, the throbbing,
When loved one appears,
The flow, overwhelming
Of love as they near,
A tempest, explosion,
As lips hardly touch,
You don’t need more magic,
To tell you it’s Love.
We’ve achieved so much, in such short time,Are we now ready to graze?Me thinks, things have gone much too far,We’re Sinners without, Grace,Willfully provoking,Our demise and our disgrace!
And I sadly called out your name,Feeling every syllable, in pain,As life faded, even in a dream,As I knew, you could not stay,And all my tomorrows were goneSilently, blown away.
And the rivers regain motion,For they know the Sea is there,So do I, flowing emotion,Let my heart intensely care,For this Love in constant motion,That goes with me everywhere.For I love you more than ever,Now, forever. always will,And this flowing deep emotion,In me, Never will be still!< br>.
With words,People’s thoughtsAnd positions.I write for all,But, am open to transitions,To metamorphosed conditionsWhile trying,Not to betray my principalsAnd thoughts,I like changesOpen minds,Different emissions,That truth do not hideOr into dishonesty, slide.‘Who are you?Pray, do tell’I am a poet,I try to beYour Soul’s physicianAnd thru love,I make you well.
More than logic,It’s how you dealWith Life’s call,Tragic or with Magic,That’s All.
The train has left the station,And is sorely off the track,Our priorities cannot wait,Tomorrow will be too late,Values must be put back in place,WIN we must, this very last race.This Nation,Founded, to drown the misery,That Europeans knew so well,Must not succumb, to their wreched past,Embrace falsehoods and false prophets,That will not last,Our pride in Truth…
