When young, time races
When old, you won’t let go
Of memories, of places,
Of loved ones,
That you loved so
Remembering,
Melancholically,
So very long ago.
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I could have,
But didn’t,Love you on another scale,There where the Sea rushesAnd feelings are crystal frail,There where the Moon smiles,And Passion lives,Totally unveiled,There where no heart has gone,A Love unknown,A Fool’s Tale.
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.
We want instant gratification
Well, it doesn’t work that wayWe must chip away at what we do,Patiently, Carefully, with Love,To be able to reach fartherFor one step taken on a ladder,Does not get you to the top.
Remembering
When Spring was youngAnd new,Is painful from the very start,No longer is it true.My days go by,In one big sigh,As empty as can be,Sometimes, I just sit down and cry,My heart, an escapee,For nothing of that love remains,Today, a memory.
Quality does not search equality,
Quality is what we should give others,As a sign of our personality,And the best we have to share.
She ran after love
Time passed,Yet no love,Could she call her own,So she spoke to the SeaAnd she prayed to the MoonHoping that theyHer guides would be soonBut it came to pass,That, hopelesslyNor the light of the MoonNor the depth of the SeaCould create a loveWhere no love there’d be,And alone, with no homeFor her heart to beLife left…