Long felt
How dear and
Sentimental,
Moved to tears
By souvenirs
Long kept,
With deep affection,
This love, that would
Even the heartless,
Melt,
How lucky those
That have so loved,
So deeply love
Have felt.
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Illusions,
And there they stay.They’re not real,They’re fiction’s prey,One cannot live from IllusionsUnfortunately,Even if its hard, poeticallyTo admit,And even if is so painfullyDifficultFor a poet, to say.
She was a visionary,
Of ‘Swing Low, Sweet Chariot’And Canterbury,All the best of theEnglish Language,Judged, necessaryFor she uplifted,Body and Soul,She was alsoBeautiful and smart,And unrelentingly, poeticShe had the heart,The Bohemian part,Of a Forest Fairy.
I shall love you
Where you exist only for meIn such precious harmony.I shall love youWith the depths of emerald seasIntensely, deeply, totally.I shall love youFor the whole rest of my lifeFor only you are worth this love,That even, secretly,And so deep inside of me,Is never quite enough.
You’ve become so much a part of me,
Our ideas, words, personality,Seem to blend right at the heart.Yes, I keep you very safely,In my being, in my soul,For Love isn’t only physical,It’s a Miracle, that’s all.
Lets break the ice,
And scorching hot!Let’s tell each otherWhat we did notDare say,When, Love was youngAnd tomorrow,Had the timeTo become,Our yesterdays.
Just like that,
Who says Miracles don’t exist,When Love, the greatest one of all,Can burst, spontaneously,Without a call,Not wanting even to impress,Born from a look, a slight caress!And suddenly you see the dawn!And suddenly you are reborn!Poetry is very much like this,Without you calling,It exists,Come out of where?Some hidden mists,That lifts and shows,A naked Soul,Your life’s long list,And…