Who can predict
The sharpness of life’s knife?
At times so sad and quick.
So profit of good times
Yes, those tender,
Happy moments
When all is well
And love does spell,
Its lovely song in rhymes.
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Tell me Wind,
Where you go and travel, why?Blowing here and whistling there,Like a soul in great despair,Causing havoc when too strong,Sweet and cool in summer morn,As you travel endlessly,Blowing so incessantly,What’s the purpose of it all?Wind that sings and travels tall.Wind one feels but cannot see,As it blows the waves at sea,Ships a trembling crazily,Wind so strong…
Heart thrilling poems
Trembling with joyJust as the first timeI read.The heart doesn’t forgetWhen touched by glory,It stays,Forever wed.
To forget oneself in another,
Real Love, cannot go farther.
Poets have a greener sense,
They can sense the Universe,And then explain it all
Ah, to be just Love,
To be immolated, sacrificedAt Venus’s merciless pyre,The burning Fire of desire!LOVE!A feeling all encompassing,Tremendous!Far Above,All mortal comprehension,The fourth dimension!Oh Love,Renaissance, Rebirth,Of everything on Earth!
What touches the heart,
Love is irrational,Can’t be defined.