Is greater than man’s,
Vile perversity,
The love of a mother for child,
Takes us far from our own wild side,
The love that some fools have for Art,
Makes a species that is quite apart,
And the love that will always be yours,
Widely opens of feelings, the enchanted doors.
Trying to reach the sky,Aspirations, high,Trying to purify,Our human faults,Trying to find Love,To heal life’s,Sudden jolts,And doors that closeWith disappointing, bolts.
It looks to the Sky for the truth,It perfumes the whole World with its scent,And to Love and Beauty, its image is lent.
Juggling Words,Into position.
All of Life,Is worth just This.
To give Love wings,With words that sing,To give the darkness light,Take words to feeling’s height,Love verse, with all their might,Things Poet’s try to do,It’s a Calling,Through and Through.
You can’t turn a drop of water,Into a lifelong storm.
