Romantically,
Love opens flowers,
Silently,
Life is a toss up,
But who are we?
To stop dreaming
When life is still blooming
And spirit and beauty
Are naturally, free.
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I am a slow thinker,
A sluggish performerAnd a smoldering burner,But when it comes to,Poetry and Art,There I’m always ready to take part,In the best endeavorsOf the Human Heart.
Magic grapes that turn to wine
Love the red, like bloodThe wine,Not the favorite of thinkers.Yet, no matter where you beClimate and changes permittingWine, red blood, of Ancient drinkersForms part of our History.
Words that become
Verses that becomePoems,Lonely hearts,CaressedLonely lives,Blessed.
Love Saves,
What it’s supposed to be,The Heaven on Earth,That those that know it,Feel, so miraculously.
May I offer you
Made of flowersFrom my heart, today,All the love I’ve savedAlong, life’s weary wayIs waiting,For youWith more tenderness,Than I can even say,So won’t you come and getYour Spring bouquetRoses and CarnationsAre debatingWhich will have madeIt, worth all the waitingFor this unforgettableSpring delirium, felt,Blooming in our hearts,Today.
The joy of you,
My life and all its stages,The light you give,From that I live,This wondrous Joy,That fills my life,And writes on all its pages.