Once we are totally robotized,

I want to know,Please tell me why?Must I confront,This great unknown,Today, tomorrow,All alone?Is there no one who can, pray, tell,Why we do laugh and cry so well?It’s Universal, as you know,So laugh and cry, and just let go.It’s all a part of Life’s weird show.

Poetry often is Philosophy,A vent for animosity,A window to curiosity,An open Heart’s adversity,But most of all diversity,All subjects does it touch,From the humble daisy,To the one you Love so much.

In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.

Now,Will you be faithfulTo me,Oh, Love of my Life,How will we balanceEach other?Without evenKnowing one another,That’s whyI love to write,I think that is whereAnswers, to so manyMysteries, daringly,Lie.

You’re the one, what more to say?Bless, the day you came my way.

That we should all get along,Day and Night, no fight,Life’s too shortTo make hate your lifelong song….