Deep secrets,
The naked Soul
Looks no further,
And into the arms
Of Poetry, unfolds
Finally Finding
Its perfect abode.
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Nothing is forever
We live in the PresentBut we can’t forget our Past.Let us accept,What we cannot change,And do what we can,Mostly, not derange.
Love exists,
Out of Space,A world, all its own,Of felicity and graceInfinite emotion,Heavenly embrace.
A life is wasted,
Someone or something,Very, very much!Of Love,Never enough,After all,Love is the onlyTrue happinessThat lifeShould Be made of,Only Love,Is ours to takeAnd give,And thru Love,We live.
There is love of beauty,
That baroque does not provoke,As beautiful is the lily,As the towering, stately oak.
To reach out,
All clouds rained out, undone,To change the doubts,Cultivating Truth and Love,That is the Human stuffA limpid pool, not bluffFor when I was a child,My parents taught to me,It’s what you do in Life,What you become and later Be,That really counts, you’ll see.
Love me deeply,
You occupyThe estuary of my soul,Where all love does flow,For what else could I do?But to love you and only you,Love that is forever due,From which I regain life,Just by loving you.