Wanting to know,
Wanting to share,
Wanting to be,
More than anything else,
Feelings that care.
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Poetry was meant to share,
Feelings silently come on,Here today, but then their gone,Curious how they fluctuate,Rushing in or rushing out,Strong today, tomorrow’s doubt,Yet there is something that’s sure,Love so deep and true and pure,Never losing its allure.
Love exists,
Out of Space,A world, all its own,Of felicity and graceInfinite emotion,Heavenly embrace.
As I breath,
Not losing sight,Of the Truth,Wishing that one dayMinds will have progressed enough,To know how to act,And what to chose,Remembering that Hope,Should always be,The last thing we lose.
The unstoppable
That cannot beDefinedWill only have,HealingIn the miracle find,Of the love for anotherAnd their union sublime.Love is LifeAt its height!Love is the onlyFeeling,With such powerfulMight,That once upon a dream,Can forever and everSo deeply unite,Not only two beingsBut the whole WorldMake right.
Today, I’m tired,
Today, I want to be alone,I don’t even want to be,With Me.
I am convinced,
Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.