Alone with Love,
So constantly,
The heart returns,
The flow of blood,
Emotions soar,
Just like a flood,
The sky, Auburn,
Clouds Violet-Blue,
The sea does turn,
This color, too,
And I just think,
All day of you,
Persistent, love,
Pure and profane,
Enamoured heart,
That goes insane.
In heaven’s name,
What do I feel?
Is it a dream,
Or is it real?
My life, my heart,
You have undone,
Without your love,
I cant go on,
My only true,
Beloved, one.
Every sentiment that blends,Me to you, and does aspire,To immortalize our love,With a thrill that never ends,With much more than just desire.
Poetry has a lifeAll of its own,And it’s not,Talking on an IPhoneBut one thingIs for sure,When it invades youSoftly caresses,And cradles your heartHitting a perfect tone,Never again, will youEver feel alone.
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.
For life,A love as deepAs all of Life,That crowns the days,Opens the nightsIn dreams of loveSouls coincideIn happiness,Fulfilment too,To have and holdA lifetime thruA deeper love,Never grows oldAs time goes by,It turns to gold.
But Poetry unites,Calling on good feelings,Uplifting what is right.
But not even PoetsCan totally,Escape, Reality…
