That still surrounds,
In certain ways
The days of love and roses
That must stay,
For Love is but the flow
Of Life, itself,
The only true perfection
Of one’s self.
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Who lies best,
Sheep don’t notice,It’s a Sin.
They fell in love
Communicating, ecstasy,A New found World,Remarkably,That went beyondAll fantasy.They loved each other,Thru their words,Most happinessThey’d ever heardTheir hands extendedBy the wind,Would touch, invisiblyThe Souls, within.A Love so pure,That never sinned,A Love so deepThat only HeavenWould be fit to keep.
A whole world in a nutshell,
With hurts and pains,And Love’s refrains,As Life sustains,More hurt than bliss,And sometimes,A lonely poem isA mere teardrop, in a kiss.
Things change so quickly,
One day you’re booming,The next you’re out.On Earth, for blooming,You must move fast,Most gorgeous Flowers,Just do not last.
Everyday is different
Will never change,It differs littleAs you ownThe moon,The sea,The sun,And stars,A sentimentThat only Love,Puts in you heart,At such enchantingRange.True loving,Is the velvetRoseWhose beauty,None,Can everChange!
Love can start
Secretly, that love confessed,As if words were not intendedTo be stressed,A rose petal’s sweet caress,Quickly, safely kept in lover’s nestFrom where it will never part,Flowing harmony, love’s harpAlmost silently, love’s artTenderly, can have its start.