Made of flowers
From my heart, today,
All the love I’ve saved
Along, life’s weary way
Is waiting,
For you
With more tenderness,
Than I can even say,
So won’t you come and get
Your Spring bouquet
Roses and Carnations
Are debating
Which will have made
It, worth all the waiting
For this unforgettable
Spring delirium, felt,
Blooming in our hearts,
Today.
Surrounding Glory,Of images, of feelings,That emerge like,Scintillating lightsIn spurts, that hurt,Like giving birth,And then, your poetic childIs born, it’s there,He’s gloriously ‘fair’And he becomes yours,Forever, to share,In every breath you take,And you slowly,Glide away together,Like, pure white Swans,In Love, floatingUpon Life’s Crystal Lake.
Even in Poetry,Some things when saidShould not be said,So vile, they really be,And still, are daredTo be called by some,Modern poetry.We’re living in a quicksand world,Where there is no respect,Where foolishly,We think we’re free,To write and say, no matter what,Then call it, poetry
Love does project perfection,Always natural, never planned.
Oh Solitude greatest of pains,You swallow tears and all in vain,The emptiness that never fills,The body, mind that slowly chills,And Life just looks the other way,As Solitude is here to stay.
With delight, way deep, insideEmbracing, every word and meaning.That penetrating Light,That delectable flightThat we must have,To photosynthesize,Our feelings.
How Love really feels,When felt to its coreHow the soul can leave the bodyWhen you’ve foundThat very special somebodyThat into your heart tore,And Heaven opens,Forevermore.
