For they are able to feel and see,
What no prose can ever be
And live in perpetual discovery.
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Greatness does not need,
Nor flowers from hot houses,For it grown,Greatness stands quite well,Just on its own,You can’t invent it,Or its Light, disown,Greatness can’t be bought,Or even taught,It comes within the soul,With which your born.
I discovered that Love,
Is greater than man’s,Vile perversity,The love of a mother for child,Takes us far from our own wild side,The love that some fools have for Art,Makes a species that is quite apart,And the love that will always be yours,Widely opens of feelings, the enchanted doors.
Yes, we care,
Help one another,What rewards,For Humane Souls,Like no Other!
What inspires you, dear Poet,
Is it Mystery that does it,Or the wish for divine flight?
We all cling on to something,
But the trunk must be healthy,To bear all that Life can be,Solitude is always our worst enemy,But love and understanding,Has saved many a lonely tree.
I have loved you,
Of my mind,You,Perpetually, there,Where, finally,I don’t even dare,Go, anymore.A Love that can compare,To the Stars kissing the Sky,Perpetually, in flare,Consuming all that’s I.A bleeding Rose,A Stare,Into Eternity,And dare,I call you mine?