Not birds in flight,
I cling to them,
They warm my life
With feelings deep,
So many memories
I must keep.
We travel close,
My words and I,
They are my hanky
When I cry,
An so I try
To pay them back
With all the love
That they deserve,
I care for them
As for a child,
So sweet, so tender
And so mild,
I write them down
And we, converse
As friends would do,
On themes, diverse.
Full of poetryFull of melodyFull of hope,Just for us, Two.Love is quite possessive tooAnd does lend to those in loveThe best memories, the best momentsThat our lives can ever haveFor beyond all other feelings,Love is Love.
The way that I now do,I woke up to an empty room,And desperation too.Not knowing what to do,Not knowing what was going on,Or if you would return,I closed my eyes,And wandered on,Knowing,My life was through!
Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.
An eternal melancholic flower,That takes away the power,To find happiness to share?Always thinking, always thinking,That better Worlds exist,In some fairyland, Somewhere…
To the heartThat lasts,Infinitely.
Can explain human behaviorThe reasons why,We act so slyAnd behave the way we do,I’ll consider themNot strangersBut instead, our human saviors,That deciphered our behaviorAnd can make us start anew.
