All giving yet painful,
All encompassing Love
A feeling so hard to describe,
Mystery of mysteries,
The essence of Life is Love.
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Yes, you are a poet’s dream,
Because you understand,And feel.You are a poetNot just becauseLovely or insightful wordsYou write.A poet, is a poet, is a poetOut of love, for love and delight,Writing, reaching, preachingSome ethereal flight,Out of this worldAnd never giving up,Just fighting,Pen, mind, and soulFor what is beautiful,And rightBut also,For the Truth,That must be told.
Sincere, beautiful words,
Poetry’s their ultimate measure,While lies and bitter words,Are no one’s human treasure.
Poetry,
When lonelinessIs at its height,And Stars, converseWith mortals,About Love.
I am unrepentantly,
A Truth I can’t deny,I love your depth,Your altitude,All that you seek and find,All that you don’t pass by.Three simple words,Describe the way,You’ve always made me feel,‘I love you ‘ dearest PoetryYou are my world, and heart so free,The deepest love I know,You are the breath of Liberty,That everyone should know.
At night,
Our only light,Sometimes so bright,It seems someone up high,In the sky,Has not wanted the light of day,To completely die
Give me your hands,
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.