That let you understand,
That Life and Love can be written,
With the simple stroke, of a Hand.
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A poem is what poem is,
Just like a kiss,With love and great sincerityA poem is what bliss should be.
Ah, the depth and charm,
That only Love can satisfy,Loving you is like idolatryAnd after all this time,I still don’t even knowExactly, why?
Life is not fair,
And most of the time,We cry in despair.A World badly written,With strife and deceit,Where just to survive,Is already a feat
Here I am,
Without a sound, almost unborn,A lonely tear flows down my cheek,Making me feel more sad and weak.Silence,A dark clad drone,That makes me think, I’m just a stone,That makes me feel much more alone.Movement,The metal cold hands of a clock,The hours strain like grains of sand,The earth becomes a stranger’s land,Never again will you be near,All…
Nothing closer,
Except a child,So take good careYou give birthTo both.
‘I know your tastes,
Your time around me,Your every sight,I know your wants,You’re dreams,You’re cares,And all the feelings,You want to share,I silently follow,Your every trail,But you’re not free,For I’m your jail.’Amazing!Who’d ever think,That a machine,Could know so much,About a human being.