It depends on how you say things,

So often, mirrors that don’t disguiseThe frailties of humans, not so wise.So many poems rich and truthful,Words that sometimesOnly occupy a mouthful,But when inspirations rise,Can set the world on fire,Unite more than divide,Thru love, truth and desire,We see higher and higherThat there’s no great divide,No doubt it’s poem magicThat so long has thus survived,Not to…

As life carelessly,Rolls onThere are very fewExceptions,Maybe Love’sThe only one.

In graying rain or shining sun,You are my love, my only one,We go together everywhere,We think alike,Our likes, dislikes,Express ourselves,In candid verse,And when it’s time,To write our dreams,We always flow into extremes,For Love is our priority,My one and only, Poetry,With you I’ll go just anywhere,As long as for me, you still care.

A poet strives for perfection,Trying to artistically unfold.

Peaches and CreamBut at least,Be gratefulAnd enjoyThe good moments,Count your blessingsBe grateful,There are so manyLess fortunateWithout any loveAt all,Or even tiny dreams.

Stays young and vibrant,A Timeless Treasure.Love, immortalizedBy simple wordsNothing like it.Was ever heard.Poetry, will live foreverIt’s the best,Of all human endeavorsSoul written,With all the Poet’sLove, sincerity and fervor.