So many things we imagine,

But never found you,Buried deep inside of Life is Love,Sometimes present,Sometimes not,Love so difficult to find,Difficult to tie the knot,With Eternity,For only Love saves.Our miserable dreams,Are made out of desire,Roses and Fire,But in life the most we can aspire,Is to love and be loved,Of love we never tier,With love our tiny personal world,Becomes an Empire.

Love all that,That cannot be,And still be part of Mystery.

Human jealousy,The petty partsOf our dysfunctionalEgotism,Such is the grandeurAnd UniversalityOf their Composition,For more than all elseWith purest Love,They touch,And conquer the profundityOf our hearts,Making, both human and divineThis glorious transition,Into loving Poetry and Art.

Happiness well understood,Glorious morning,Gorgeous life,Love so makes you,Feel alive!Then upon some time well gone,We will think about the days,When Love was not Two but One,But life went the other way,And ‘Forever’ is a word,That death quickly can erase,And ‘Forever’ can become,Painful memories, in its place.

We control Nothing,Our lives are but,Falling leaves in the Sun.

I’m tired of thinking,Tired of mental percussions,That lead to no where,Things don’t ever,Really change,They just mutate,Into other discussion,That also don’t get you There.