There’s a special aura that surrounds,
Enhancing more than just physical charms,
That explains Love’s absolute surrender.
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I hear the music in verse,
With its notes, the music of language,Drills deep, knows no fences,Senses, the lingering mystery,Behind all creative lenses.Oh Language, Oh Language,Oh Poetry, Oh Music!I never tire of your consequences,Forever surprising and thrilling,Our most sensitive nerve endings.
I am ageless,
That is blue,But you don’t know why.Time, years, SoulsAll are one,Or nothing at all,The Soul does not grow old.
Four walls,
PencilThat’s how I write,In the solitudeOf day and nightIn the silence,Of my tearsAnd the memoriesOf thoseThat have takenFlight,I writeNot to cave in,Not to give upBecause,I must still tryTo make,Whatever I canRight!In honor of TruthIn honor of Justice,I fightI write!
Most of the time
Niceties,About poems read,But those runningFor office,Also, Colleagues in Crime,Attack each other,Act like Rattlesnakes,Full of Poisonous LiesAnd Pomposity!
Poetry plays with Time
Extraordinary,In its kindness,Embracing All,With poetic blindness,Loving All,Regardless,Of creed, race or religion,Poetry, always,Universal Vision.
The joy of being with you,
No words or useless chatter,Are needed to feel this:A flight towards all Eternity,A breath of perfumed bliss,An amorous wind, embracing,The fulfillment of a kiss.All This you are to me and More,My life, my heart, my very soul,Before we were together,Did I exist at All?