I could love,
No one else, but you,
Your Soul appeared,
In one big Smile,
That sent me drifting,
Down the Nile,
Into a Sea of happiness,
That only I could see and bless.
All this was but a Fantasy,
A dream of false Imagery,
I know so well, you don’t love me,
And yet as sad as this may be,
I love you so, and always will,
Until the Earth and Time stand still.
As a moment of Love,If you are lucky enough,To come under its touch.
By your poetic power,By the nectar distilled,From the champagne,Of your purple Rose,Imagination.You have been blessed,By the gods of Poetry,You can open Skies,And plant divine vines,In the Universe of Words,Never before done like this,So beautifully,With such Sentiment!And Imagery,Reaching straight,Into the heart,Of all of Humanity.
Born from the Sea,Take pity,Of Mortals,That look.But can’t see,The Silence of life,And its tyranny.To Love and be Loved,Is all that should be,To take us above,All disparity.
For like it or not,It must come straightFrom the Poet’s heart.
Holds you, like in a trance,And All, the held back feelingsCome tumbling out, All at OnceAnd you can’t stop the avalanche,The waterfall of sentiments and words,That so emotionally disturb and chant.And behold! the poem is born and lives,Reflecting all the mystery and force,That Life to Poetry gives.
And where is our Tomorrow?A spec of joy, a silent smile,And many days of sorrow.All green will wilt,Not without guilt,For Time we cannot borrow,The lonely Flower on the hill,The wind of Time will surely kill,We’re here today,But, will be gone, Tomorrow.
