Could it be that I’ve acquired,
The syndrome of ‘I don’t care’,
And have nothing more to say?
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Poets communicate?
Thru rhyme and reason,In any season,They really do!Poets communicate with Light,And words that cause no fright,But try to alleviate the heart,And give unto Life and Love,A much clearer insight,Poets communicate with magic,Thru a world of words that tries,To make our petty lives less tragic.
Love makes you free,
That Love can be,Your friend in need,That plants the Seed,Of your Eternity.
Love hurts,
And in outer Space,All over your body and your face,Daggers of disillusionment,Caused by a lost embrace.
Talk to me,
Above me,That surrounds me,Ice to heart,Astound me,With your presence,Warm me,Make me live again,Before your long departure,Hold me,Like I was never held before,So that you’re presence lasts,Whenever I am lonely,I ask for nothing more.Dearest,No one can measure,Or fully express,The profundity of Love,That is why,Poetry must try.
I know nothing,
Where you come fromWhere you have your home,An yet, I have learnedTo love you by your wordsBy the feelings shown,I keep you in my heartWhere this love was born,Said the strangerTo a poem,Written by author,Unknown.
Even if you did not love me,
For in True Love there is no pride,There is no shame.Even if you did not love me,My Love for you would not be tame,It is my Life and my domain,It is my happiness and pain.Even if you did not love me,I’d cross the ocean and the sky,Just to be near you,And hold your hand,Before I…