Forbidden loves,

Played on a piano of metaphors,Each one having his unique imageHis way of saying, poetically,The original sentiments that make poets free,All of this owned, very personally.The rest is heart,Resoundingly blown,By a wind of words,For each his own,Their very soul.

A yellow pudding,Of Cowards, gone numb!When did we lose,Our honor, our pride?Our virginity, the candor,And obeyed All who Lied!

Living word there is!If not felt,Of Life,A certain miss.

So does the sky,Where love once floatedDebonair,And life was quiteA thing to share.Now,Into the multitudeOf voicesDo I blindly stare,Knowing that for me,No one is there.

A forest cannot beWith out, its treesNo ocean lives withoutMovement,No life can completelyLonely be,So how could you thinkIt would be possibleFor me to surviveWithout you, near?When you are allI ever wanted,The Love, The Light,The total goodnessThat made my life,So very dear.

Their beautyAnd fragilityIs shown, feltIn the lovely,Colorful dressesThey wear,Don’t abuse, the Weak!Help them,Treat them with loveAnd care,Tenderly, for they’reLike delicate flowers,Whose frail petalsNeed, SeekThis Loving CareAs does Beauty,But Both,UnfortunatelyAre abused,Everywhere.