Oh, but Love has crossed the line,

Words instead of colors, paint,The portrait of our inner state,No sentiments, concealing.As sincere AS Love should be,The Poet words, his lettered painting.Never wanting to conceal,A Heart that sometimes may be breaking.Fantasy and Poetry,Words that speak, Eternity,Wish one day the World would be,One Blue Sea of Poetry.When a Poem speaks to me,I regain faith, naturally,I am…

Amazing Art!Can take us,Where ever it wants,Being the pinnacleOf human sentiments,Irresistible, callEver appealing.

As History takesA ride,Also, as we wonderWhen, if everWill we be,Civilized.

I think so,It’s not difficult to know,How to open Heaven’s gate,Sometimes love just cannot wait,And we Communicate,In ways that only lovers know,With looks, and feelings all a glow,That illuminate our Souls,Without a word, magically, we knowWhen Love arrives, you don’t let go.

We’re always but a quarter,From falling off a ledge,Wishing, the unattainable,Wanting to know secrets too,Why were we born so disabled,To never know what to do?