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Of a poem’s sound,And they may enter your heart,Nesting there forever,By your glory, crowned.

Poems are my life’s delight,Words that lingerPleasant sightOnly hope,I get them right,It’s thru love that poets liveIt’s all love that poems give.

All politicians,Only tell you lies.Dancing a Fandango,Up and down the aisles,Elections are excuses,For telling bigger Lies.EpilogueThe Dirty Dance of Politics has reached its saturation,Now we are as Rotten, as any other nation.

Love took a silent walk,That day,So in love were theyWith one another,That no longer did theyHave the need to speak.Their loving looksTo one anotherSaid more than any wordsCould ever say.

Than evenPoetry.Hard to describeHow emotions arriveWith such different,Intensity,For a poet’s loveDoes defy,All of realityWanting to be, even more,Than poetry can ever say,Or love can ever be.

Can words send it reeling?Whirlwind feeling,Straight to Heaven,Palpitating dove,Can the Fire ignite itself?While the Heavens open up,The answer is in your eyes,Yes, those, I’m dreaming of….