You can’t go home again
Because no matter What,
Your Present
Is already your Past.
Seconds,
Even milli moments,
The shortest measure of Time,
Cannot be recreated
Once past.
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Love is Life,That’s gone much farther,Love is Life,That’s just begun!
‘One, is never better served
An old French saying goes,Lucky those,Who are sufficiently alive,Who can lead a loveless life,And still be happy by themselves.
Writing, reading Poetry,
A Companion, glory be,From land to every shore,That is what you are to me,Dearest,So dangerously close,Being in my lonely life,My one and only Rose.
To be moved by Poetry,
Words caressing, tenderlyOpen skies and spirits free,Love is born, spontaneously.And a Poem conquers all,And becomes part of your soulTo communicate that wayTakes us to another worldWhere love, peace and beauty roamWhere life’s sentimental journey,Can at last find its true home.
Who would tell us that one day,
That Love is stronger than the rest,And always finds a way to nest,Upon Life’s highest, hopeful tree,That with its ever greenery,Says, life is good because we’re we,Not you, not ever lonely me,Together, holds eternity.
Love,
I’m surprised,It stillExists,Our TimesSo unaesthetic,HermeticAnd pathetic,Our veryHumanitySeems,To beAt risk!