For it is born
From spontaneous and deepest feelings,
And those you can’t transform,
Invent or hide.
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Poems are not happy,
They are poignantly sad,Life is also, painfully sad.Happiness,A greeting Card,That can be had,Perhaps?For one fleeting momentThat Never lasts.
I never had the love I dreamt,
Yet it was void of sentiment,You did not feel the Love I felt.The moments cross, the seconds wane,I feel this intense, piercing pain,A longing for a Look, A Touch,That used to say, ‘ Love you so much! ‘.And now, My Love, has come, the day,When we must part and go our way,There’s really nothing more…
Cantos de amor y desesperanza
cuando el amor no se alcanzay la soledad al abismo nos lanzahay que ser muy fuertespara mantenerse en pie.
You can’t force Faith,
Their own personal gate,And become a sincere believer,Or forever for answers wait.
Two days I haven’t heard,
Inspiration is a lacking,And my nerves they are a cracking.Now my heart begins to tire,Having only one desire,Stay as close as close can be,To my singing fantasy,Inspiration, don’t expire,Keep me warm under your fire,You mean everything to me!
Life is strange,
And no matter where you turn,There’s an empty space, Laughing,Saying, ‘This you cannot learn’.