We comprehend each other’s heart,
We can establish dialogue,
A silent Dialogue of Love,
Mysterious language of the Souls,
And even though we’ve never met,
We come together,
Step by step,
Invisibly and Silently,
And touch each other,
Secretly,
Love opens doors,
To Eternity.
And now again, we are threatened,Not only by outside killers,But internally, by stupid clowns and foolsWho think in their delirium,That lies and stupidity rule,That they are the absolute winners…
In writing,A poemCannot be acquiredOr merely desired,It surpassesAll typesOf Emotions,It’s likeBeing born again,From and withLove,Full of devotion.
A Computer, perhaps,A talking, TV,A Telephone, App,That makes you feel,Like more of a Sap,Sucking up your humanity,Wishing, Silence were not,So terribly, empty.
Long on feelings,SentimentsLong on LoveWhich it sings best.The summit of feelingCannot be expressed,In simple words,Poems are there,To say them first.Where words becomeA sweet caressAnd feelings flutterAt their best.
It may even be able to scan,The Whole Universe for You.
Our History bears witness,To That!Some of us have good moments,That’s all,The rest of the time,We’re torments,Trouble,Destructive children,That fall.
