Whether it’s made up,
Hurting or real.
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Animals don’t lie,
‘Because we’re very Sly,And want everything for Free!Conclusion,Always fooling others,Does not make us better brothers.
The Intensity of Feeling,
Nor does it flower,Just at a bid.
Your blue, blue
Captivated mineIn them I saw,The oceansAnd the sky,The only onesI ever wantedTo sail,Ever see smile.Blue Love,Such captivatingEyes,Blue flowing oceansInfinitely blendingMy love with your skies.
The things they do,
Will make you happyLove goes so far,Beloved, dogs, and cats and petsBetter than all Casino bets.
Real Poetry is like This,
It can create inexplicable bliss.Bless the daysAnd the nightsOf the true Poet.For spreading,Love, DreamsAnd LightWhile fighting schemes,Will be forever,His holy write.
A special kind of sensitivity,
A love for beauty and for fiction,Makes poetry a life’s addiction,That we so often want to share.