I love you,
But I do
It’s been a long romance,
This, You and I.
Who introduced us?
Can’t remember,
But from first rhyme
I did surrendered,
You made me yours
By love so tender,
You’re the very best
I can remember,
All the years of my life
From the first of sweet September,
Till the end of our December.
Till the end of love and life.
They sing like ash cans and they’re fake,I’m sure they’re all a Big Mistake!
Trying to decipher them,Is part of how they grow.
Than to be able to writePaint, interpret.Any Art practiced will do,For it is the greatest,Fulfillment and bounty,For what is the inner you.
Like the day is long,And the night is black,And it hurts,Like the cavernous black holeOf a star that died,Leaving behind,No luminous track.So, I’m feeling black,Black like an endless cave,With no heart,Where blind bats gather,Seeing not,The sign of mourning,The forever, Black,Left by your departureAs the day is long,And the future, black.
A beautiful word,That could bring together,This suffering World.JUSTICE,So true and so clear,But so far away,When we think it’s so near.
Never to be seen again,Nothing, ever lastsNor us, nor we, nor themOnce the die is castAnd Life is on its way,There is no turning backTill our final day,But how we miss our Past!The once lived, happy days,For some, yet not for all,Those days, those yearsThat won’t come back,Like first Roses of MayLike Love that’s gone…
