Have a very hard time,
Everything marks them
Deeply,
Everything’s felt
Boisterously,
In laughs or in cry,
From the infinitesimal
To the sublime
From the heart
To the mind,
Nothing is left
Behind.
One might say
Its a devouring pleasure,
Still waiting,
For true love,
With no regrets
Just the treasures
That only,
An open mind
Can find.
Most unforgettableMoments in life,Heavens open wide,And death disappears,You feel immortalAmong the spheres,That haunt the skies,And you don’t even,Have to ever ask,Why?
Nada queda,Ni la verdad,La ultima voz,Todo terminaEn un triste adios.NothingTime passes,Life goes by,Nothing remains,Not even truth,The last voice,‘Goodbye’is the proof.
That attain, poetic splendor,Feelings, Beauty to surrender,To the open Light, as One,To be able to speak magic,To mold words, happy or tragic,To breath Life where there is none,Thoughts poetically, love spun,Yes, to Poetry surrender,Be enamored of its splendor,Virgin Love, under the Sun!
Have answersThat give knowledgeSo we grow.Poetry is specialRomantically so,Has Mystery’s glow.From emotions bornAs we read we feelIncredible sensationsThat lovingly heal.How is it doneAnd why is it so?Even Poets,Don’t really, know.
Trust no one,And you’ll see.You may be lonelyBut so much safer,You will be.
You can’t cover the Sun,To accept your fate,Face a clean slate,Easier said than done.
