Someone, who only I,
In dreams could really see,
Handsomely fantastic,
With heart yet kinder soul,
Brave and frank, considerate,
Intelligent and bold.
Love invents perfection,
Even though it is not there,
Love is the projection,
Of all we want to share.
I would have loved you deeply,
Had you given me a chance,
But Life not always opens,
The doors to such romance.
‘More’, is just not a word,It’s a constant site of attraction,Proving perpetual human,Dissatisfaction!
Laced in with Fantasy, you walk,Not cross the line of the absurd.Explain your feelings, have the touch,Of vivid words that say so much!Communication, vital too,Sincerity, It must be You,The message fits the messenger,That never says, ‘World, I don’t care’
But Poetry, Ah, Poetry,Direct and swift as an arrow,Passionately, touches the Heart,With just a few words can,Emotionally, tear you apart.
How man can kill so muchAnd then rebound!
Of love and hate,Of humanity and crueltyLost in our own insanity,So quickly, we attractMore pain than glory.So many minds cannot think straight,Thus cultivate their own destructive state.Are we masters of our fate?Or are we all, ‘the same old story’Much vital pain and very little glory.
What people, life and loveAre all about.The pleasure is in the reading,Reaching, staying in the heart,For they are made,Of ineffably deep,Divine, feelingsThat can never fall apart.
