Oh, my heart is tinged with Silence,

That can compare,Nor that we best can share.Writing is an ArtOf inner soul and flight,Of unimaginable mightOf feelings that have wings,Of inner songs that singOf new dawns that arrive,Of human tendernessWhere words can sweetly nestAnd all great Love you’ll findIn Wisdom’s deep caress,Imagination’s sight,Its Wings forever bright.

If we’d know right from wrong,If instead of teaching hate,We taught Love, instead,And crime did not mutilate,All those that it has bled.

Or force it either.Life as LoveIs a turning wheel,Of fluidity,Fire and desireSadness and laughterWhere if you miss the moment,You can’t recuperate it, after.

But Love is the best emotion,That makes Life forever sweet.

Something magic happens,When you write poetically,Doors just seem to open,Spirit, feeling free.Something seems to flower,Inside, poetically,And it makes you happyAnd you are where you have to be.

A caressing, consoling touch,Maybe that is, why I lovePoetry, so much!