All Life’s pains,
It can defeat,
If you are lucky enough,
To posses the One you Love.
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The strange land of Poetry,
His land should be sincerityAnd Love, true camaraderie,No lies no falsehoods ever,Makes all lives beautifully better.
You’re late…
Maybe, , ,You won’t be comingAt all! ! !PainHurts the painOf my very lonelyFate,To have found youLost you,My destiny, stalledNot being toldThat you were,But an internet fold,Not real,A fabricated dreamWithout whichI am now,Nothing, at all!
Poets know,
Without effort,Sincerely,Into Life they go,And understand,That guidance in poetic land,Is just as necessary,As helping,Or taking someone’s hand.
To find,
For life,A love as deepAs all of Life,That crowns the days,Opens the nightsIn dreams of loveSouls coincideIn happiness,Fulfilment too,To have and holdA lifetime thruA deeper love,Never grows oldAs time goes by,It turns to gold.
All hope lost,
Rome was lost, corruption most,And now it is our Time.
A poem is what poem is,
Just like a kiss,With love and great sincerityA poem is what bliss should be.