Becomes just pure emotion,
No words have to be said.
Love needs not of a language,
Just Looks can say it All,
The Feelings, the Emotions,
Are Love’s perpetual call.
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Even today,
Steals us awayAnd even thoughWe don’t worshipAny of those godsAnymore, they still,Remain alive, interveneIn the creative spirit,From far away,As blessed, beautifulMysterious giftsInspiring the arts,Especially,Poetry and poetsIncredibly close toThe Greece, where allArt was born,To where our heartsBelong,Even today!
I wish I could describe,
In the Winter of my soul,Your my Summer, Spring and Fall,When I see you, I walk tall,Towards the River of my dreams,Where the flow of love, it seems,Hears my melancholy call.Yet you know me, not at all,And forever it shall be,That the Love I have for you,You will Never have for me…
You are what you feel
To Be,Nurture, good feelingsPeace, stability,Love is the best feelingFollowed by sincerity.
If life were only poetry,
We’d love and be in Harmony,With Peace, being our Symphony.
No one is really
EverythingSooner or laterIs put intoPersonal gear,We are self-centered,Selfish, egotistsThat is clear,Even if ‘socialism’And brotherhood,Are occasionallyCheered!
True and natural
Nature be,Her songs so free,Songs of Seven Seas,The Oceans vast,I love so muchThe blue intense,Of skies I touch,When Nature sings,It’s much more than we,In all its, Incredible,Creativity.