The long silences of Love

Becomes just pure emotion,No words have to be said.Love needs not of a language,Just Looks can say it All,The Feelings, the Emotions,Are Love’s perpetual call.

You’re harsh words caused burning tears,Lacerating, bringing fears,Such the pain, my heart now feels.Are you ready to come back?Admit you’re wrong, and tell me that,Deep friendship really never dies,It’s part of Life’s long loving ties.

The Liberty of saying,What you have to say.

A perfect way,Of losing timeFor nothing of materialWealthCan Poetry provide.I find it rendersHappiness,One of a special kindThat warms youVery deep inside,And sometimesEven,Makes you cry.Poetry’sPlain of reality,And rewardsAre differentFrom everything else,Something, very deepTakes place,That goes far beyondMaterial wealthSomething,That you can’t explainBut that remains with youAll the same,A transfer of sentimentsPlays always a partIn the unforgettable,Poetic game.

What the future bringsBut if Love is there,All the rest,Are unimportant things.

Youth,Illusions bloomAll is but grace,And yet, how soonLife’s flowerLoses colorLoses tune,As time consumesThe youthful daysOf no return.