Just when you see
The One you love,
All cares and fears
Melt, disappear,
The World is yours,
When Love is near.
The feel of Love
Is so complete,
Nothing on earth
Can then compete,
Can even dare,
To crush or stop
The life-long music
Way within,
That sings with force
Love’s glorious, hymn.
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Poetry and Art
No force on EarthCan kill the powerOf self-expression!Because,The creative mind,Is always Free,No one can controlIts Liberty,That’s our Victory!Over tyranny.
Like the breath of day
Want to stay with you,If it has appealHas spoken to your heart,Keep it with you.A friend, a confidant,A friendly handA poem that at moments,May assist you,And at others,Who knows?May even cry,With you.
I am ageless,
That is blue,But you don’t know why.Time, years, SoulsAll are one,Or nothing at all,The Soul does not grow old.
A sad Wind, sings of Yesterday,
Taking our dreams, taking our Loves,For nothing can forever stay,In Life’s short voyage,Come what may,Everything sadly sails away.And we are left upon the shore,Thinking our Past, that is no more.
Why do Some, Love Poetry?
For it is an elitistAnd difficult Art.Some love poetry,Because it does create images,Sometimes dreams,That can only be seenAnd understood,By a sensitiveSoul, all heart.Some, might say thenIt is irrational, inexistent,And abstractYes,That may be part,But it also,May make us dreamWhen we really,Want to cry and scream,And may, I say mayEven keep some,From falling apart.
The eloquent sunset,
The ocean that once saidCome with me, be freeHas lost all its blueness,Its strong liberty,Now trapped in the sadnessThe unprepared madnessOf having to beAlone, in the darknessOf this painful litany,That repeats and repeatsOver and over and overAgain,Love, so hard to appearCan simply one dayAlso, disappear.