The wealth of imagination,
The love for people of every nation,
Humanity’s elevation.
Born from the wind of inspiration,
Their poetry carries sensations,
Feeling that Life is so precious
A miraculous flower, it is,
To be blessed and respected,
With all the Love that exists.
Once a poet, always a poet,
For they dream like nobody else,
Of cream covered mountains,
Of oceans of Freedom,
Of Love gushing fountains,
Of verse over reason.
It may be fullerThan you thought,One thing is freedom of speechAnd another is to be,Thru Irrationality,By the Devil, bought,And taught!Don’t dance,A verbal Fandango,Which is a silly, foolish thing,Politically Taught,Most dirty and ugly,Where madness remains,Not just as a passing fling.
Easy to lose,Love fades quicklyWhen not used.Love,Adoration between two,Sudden waterfall,Soft as dew,Tenderness,Both bold and sweet,Feeling that you can’t defeat.Love, why did you hide from me?That’s the one place,Where you don’t want to be free.
For us to be written,On the same Love Slate,For the two of us,To conjugate,Our lives,Yet you don’t,Chose who or when to love,Love choses you,And there is nothing,You can do.
Nobody knowsBut Love is somethingWe should always give,It costs us nothingBut it’s such a gift!
Melting all barriersBetween love and desire.No wonder the RomanticsPut love before, AllAnd were willing,For Love,To give up their, Soul.
All that they ever want to be:A flying leaf of red and gold,A sailing ship, all new and bold,A crying bird that passes by,And leaves a message in the sky,A multicolored butterfly,That makes you dream and softly sigh,A brave new Light for Liberty,Saying ‘ All Men are now born Free’,And Liberty to Love the Wind,With…
