Deluge yourself with Learning,

I’ve given up,Trying to make things right,When they’ve never been,When they never will be,Totally right,Now, I just close my eyes,Go into Space,And write.

In graying rain or shining sun,You are my love, my only one,We go together everywhere,We think alike,Our likes, dislikes,Express ourselves,In candid verse,And when it’s time,To write our dreams,We always flow into extremes,For Love is our priority,My one and only, Poetry,With you I’ll go just anywhere,As long as for me, you still care.

what other poets write,Communicating in good verse,Calms one another’s vital fright,And makes us feel,What in the World is still alright!

The Soul of all language,A Birth newly found,A Sea of expression,Unleashed, without bound.Within Human madness,A Poet is Love,That mourns now and always,The death of a Dove.

The bearing tree has understood,The mission to create,But, We, poor fools,Do not know yet,That Love’s better than hate.

And Yes,I love you still!Your charming skillsYour thrill at willYour everlasting smile,That melts awayAll that I say,But stillA fool am I,To writeThese lines,And even smileI’ve known this truthNot only for a while.What can I do,I love you, tooWhich indicates,That love’s a stateYou can’t control,And so completelyOut of line.