Nor of a woman’s, love,
For it’s by love
That we are mostly
Made and born of.
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Heaven can be touched,
Angelic words all dressed in white,Have loving wings that can take flight,That’s why I whisper every night,‘I love you so, with all my might’
I think that in this shattered World,
We’ll find the softness of a bird,In some great piece of poetry.A Poem that will read your heart,Give it the love that makes it start,Surrounds you with musical scales,Hoists up, imaginary sails.I think that thanks to Poetry,Feelings come forth more naturally,Words do describe the inner soul,Poetry’s mother to us All.
From friendship to love,
One small jump,One small crack,In your heart,That’s all you need,For love to filter thru,To grip you,To posses you,To thrill you,To bless you,All this and Heaven too,Till the end of your days,Love stays.
Like lighting can a poem be,
So magically,With magnetismYou cannot resistThe kind,That only in Love,Can so exist.
Poems say the most
In a way,That Nothing else can!The whole PanoplyOf Feelings,With just a few wordsThey can Amazingly, scan.
We should hang our heads in shame,
And now again, we are threatened,Not only by outside killers,But internally, by stupid clowns and foolsWho think in their delirium,That lies and stupidity rule,That they are the absolute winners…