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So, no one can influence,
What we say,
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Nothing better than writing, poetically
What you feel and what you see.
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We are,
Never to be seen again,Nothing, ever lastsNor us, nor we, nor themOnce the die is castAnd Life is on its way,There is no turning backTill our final day,But how we miss our Past!The once lived, happy days,For some, yet not for all,Those days, those yearsThat won’t come back,Like first Roses of MayLike Love that’s gone…
Your charm was
You filled heartsAnd rooms and playsYou became a star,Whose light went farJust because you wereThat way.
Beloved,
In the nightOf all possible dreams,Far away from allMiserable human schemesWhere Love opensLike the purest of flowersWhere Love goes beyondAll earthly powers,Happiness, that redeems,Life at its finest hours,Beyond all else,Love’s fulfillmentAs you hold my soulClose so close,For it is yoursAnd yours, aloneAnd as one,We venerate and adore,Each other,In Love’s finest hour.
You sculpt ideas
Sometimes from thingsSo rarely heard,But poems born,All falsehood scorn,Because they’re fromYou’re spirit, torn.
Descriptive
Is what many PoemsHold,You have to Love it,Never does grow,Old.
Chanson d’Amour,
Forget me not,You’re all I’ve got.An echo soft,Of love that’s lost,Sings in the breeze,Hides in the trees.The soft lament,The breaking heart,I know My Love,No end, no start.