Poetry can do this,
Sometimes, with just one rhyme.
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Art helps us live,
Of feelings, mind and soul,In Art, the Artist does give birth,To inner life,Projecting Beauty’s call!
You inhabit me, you know,
Thoughts of you surround me,Never done.Love is like that,It’s beginning without end,It’s the deepest ever feeling,That we have for one another,Upon which our lives depend.
Broken hearts cannot be
Nor can Solitude findHome,When I lost you,My life ended,When you left,So did my soul.
Poets,
To calm, perhapsOur innate fright,To sooth, perhapsThe lonelinessThat all may haveIn life’s distress,To face, perhapsThe silent nightKnowing that thingsAre quite not rightWe writeTo bring about exchangeA better World,With cores of light,With higher thoughtsAnd better sightPromises heard,Love’s sweet delight,To give great part of oneAnd then,Ready to start,To write again.
You give me calm,
What do I need?You are the best,Amongst tall trees,The greenest one,That gives me shade,From burning sun,I wonder how,And why we met,Was I in love?Oh no, not yet,I had to feel,Deep in your heart,To know just then,We’d never part.
I can whip up a poem,
But gosh and by gone it!Not as cute as those kittensThat lost all their mittens.