You would think it was made,
Of love, pity and lace.
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Poetry plays with Time
Extraordinary,In its kindness,Embracing All,With poetic blindness,Loving All,Regardless,Of creed, race or religion,Poetry, always,Universal Vision.
Poetry,
Trying to make,Feelings rhyme.
It’s very rare,
Their inner Life with others,Most gents don’t care,And If they’re there,They hardly like each other.
Music in my head
Transferred into words,I’m coming homeA pleasurable giftI’m not alone!Even now,That Autumn colorsFade away,Music and I,HopefullyWill still haveSomething beautifulTo say.
When one loves one is complete,
Life begins and lives thru Love,Love is life’s best work of art.
Love can be seen,
In a Look,So telling, so deep,That it resists and defies,All of Love’s secrets,And about feelings,Talks miles.