If ever,
Not all we feel,
Is ecstasy,
Whenever,
But if what’s written
Is sincerely felt
Committed,
We can rejoice
And bless, our choice,
In between, above
The useless Noise,
Well, fitted
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Is there a pathway to the stars?
And dream that Love will always seed,Of Life, the very tree,Where passion, beauty do abound,Like waves of pregnant sea,A world so perfect with no bounds,Made just for you and me.A love that never ends,Instead,Just dreams Eternity.
A poet is,
A bundle of Nerves,And Melancholy,If you don’t agree,Consult, Psychiatry.
Love is Life,
True human spirit,From Love is born.
Life gives,
In a second, in a minute,In a day,Will it really help,If I pray?
I know you’re there,
Than I think,I know you’re there,I can feel your presence,Everywhere,In the rose that has not bloomed,In the blue shaded lagoon,In the silent, lit up Moon,In the Sea in full despair,In the waves that go no where,In the Earth’s eternal call,In the Love that conquers All,In each molecule of air,In my Soul,And Everywhere
Everyone should be,
Or at least love poetry,It’s really very niceTo live this love’sFulfillment, fantasy,Poetic vice can satisfyBut never harmful be.