That nothing else has,
It’s the music from the Poet’s soul,
That gets to sing, is heard, he hopes
In verses that will ever last..
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We could have made
Being together,You’re open heartWith my, forever,You’re brilliant strains,That with love’s melodies,Ran thru my veins.We could have loved,Largely, foreverNo boredom setLove at its best,Two souls that touchCouldn’t be better.However,No one controlsAnother’s feelings,And broken heartsAre often known,For never healing.
Miss Poetry,
Not temporary idolatry,For those who haveYour marvels sung.Eternal fountain of youth,Of Beauty, Love and TruthWhose endless gloryAnd unfinished story,Is not yet done,As you, Miss PoetryLovingly, rival,The morning Sun.
Thoughts and Feelings
Exclusively,A human gameFor which no one can trainWhich makes us think seriouslyThat no two of us, are really,Ever, just the same.
We are creatures of emotion,
But of all emotions we are feeling,Love may be the most appealing,So feel, feel, feel,And enjoy,The most fulfilling healing.
It is, what it is, how it is,
Some work to change it,In vain,Some live always,The same,Others dream someday, to gain,Heaven on Earth,Thru true love,If that they attain,They are the lucky ones,And All the rest is just,Bluff.
Love is true and Love is earnest,
It’s a Light that just progresses,And of Life, the best of all.If we only loved each other,What a great World this would be,Then a Song of Peace would flutter,Throughout All Humanity.