Give me my pen so that I can write
all the things I must tell you,
With Love at it’s height,
Give me your hand,
I will hold it tight,
And love you always,
With all my might,
Give me your Soul,
My love’s delight,
So I will become whole,
In your arms tonight.
Feelings that intimately, impress,That touch of heart, love does the restCommunication, at its very best.
Poetry,The most creativeLanguageOf them all,BeautifulImaginativeAnd tallReaching for the StarsPicking us upWhen we fall.
It’s like a flower’s morning due,It sooths the heart and gives to you,A light that’s bright,And loving too,That’s more than wealth,Can ever do.
Makes not out of words a mere mockery,Opens Worlds that are heard in sonority.
Much greater than,It is to hate,A Loveless Life,No meaning has,To love, be loved,Is what will last,In Life we have,No other thing,If Love’s not there,Heaven won’t sing,The Song of Love,You want to hear,As hearts embraceYear after year.
Do flow,Sometimes stronger,Sometimes slow,Sometimes passionately so,Sometimes gone, so long agoExplanation?We don’t know.Love,Deep emotion, so insane,Sometimes happy,Sometimes pain,Sometimes all of it in vain,Sometimes with a sudden rain,Love can bloom, be born again,Then all other disappears,Life regains it’s Mystery,And Becomes, just You and Me.
