Like lighting can a poem be,

The more to hold.Love fulfills your world,Red Roses and Oceans pearled,The waves of Time, undisturbed.Love is Love,Our deepest emotion,Without it we perishIn Time’s lonely motion.

My God, how did we everCome about?Must have been,A tragic mistakeOf that I have no doubt.

Difficult to faceHowever,We know the Truth,That Time, Life does eraseAnd turns everything to nothing,Even our most intimate, secret moments,Are of Time, a perfect waste.

And cross every ocean,That ever exists.Sweet is the notion,That Love will be found,And surround,All the Heavens,Till then, tightly bound.Sweet is the notion,That Love will persistWhen all else is gone,And doesn’t exist.Sweet is the notion,So simple, so pure,That Love is Emotion,Of all pain, the cure.

Has known the true meaning,Of Democracy,And maybe never will,Democracy is not being clever,Nor establishing the will ofOne over a few,Nor putting ‘Liberty’ on chillAnd innocently asking,‘Who are You? ‘

Imposed by State and by Religion,On almost All ‘Civilized ‘ Nations,Humans still are not much better,By now, All of us should be winged Saints,But the Truth Is…None of us ‘Ain’t’