If you read
The right Poem,
Won is, the game
As with Love,
Just the same.
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Or that time, when we first met,As Time stopped, the world did tooAnd existing from that moment,There was you and only you.How you filled my empty life,With the dreams of ‘it’s just right’How I’ve loved you ever since,How you saved me from despair,Knowing, love for life was there.
There is an internal rhythm,
Pleasing to the ear,But spiritually, more fit.There is an invisible rhythm,Born to PoetryThat heightens language’s prism,And keeps it in memory.There is an internal sweetness,Sole to Poetry,That tenderly speaks to lovers,So they know what Love can be.
We have so advanced medically
But the greatest mystery of all,Still remains being, Us!Our perplexing being,Neither good nor fully bad,Yet, always treacherously clad,In many shadows dressed,Always looking, thus,For someone to oppress,So, caution watch out,It’s US!
Let me embrace you
Those you’ve never, ever heard,Those I’ll write only for you,Those by love enflamed, that surgeCome from inner depths to light,Only Love saves, Love is Life.Let me embrace you,Hold you tight,Love you intensely,To all height,Keep you safe from all distress,Love you more with each caress!Deep, true Love is all that counts,Love all obstacles, surmounts,Hold my hand,…
Poets don’t make good economists,
Numbers are not letters,That they understand,They may do better at politics,Because they are idealists,And Freedom is their stand.
Imprisoned bird
It was my soulThat finally,Went, closeSo near your heartWaiting for me,BreathlesslyAt last,My Happiness,Was free.