So much that we love,
All consumed by Time,
But a Flowing Rhyme,
You cannot touch,
For true Poetry,
Has no Master
Has no Time.
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Love and politics,
And yet, both are disturbing,And can produce a fall,But Love usually is sincere,While politics is Not,Love sometimes is a rose,While politics and politicians,Are just plain Rot.
These are dark times,
Beauty, Art,Forgotten and neglectedTell me what really feeds the heart?When human deep, creative feelingsAre forgotten, not projected.
To find,
For life,A love as deepAs all of Life,That crowns the days,Opens the nightsIn dreams of loveSouls coincideIn happiness,Fulfilment too,To have and holdA lifetime thruA deeper love,Never grows oldAs time goes by,It turns to gold.
Nothing can
The intoxicating effectThe extravagantly,Glorious, feelingOf a poem, grand,With one sole handIt can lift you upTo Heaven’s SpaceSadden you to tears,Deep Emotions, renovate. .Whichever, the caseNever underestimate,A Poem’s Grace.
We loved each other,
Like moon loves nightWith romantic raptureEmotional delight,With the purity of foreverWith the passion of ‘leave me never’With the force of heaven’s height,A Love that words alone,Cannot fully describeSo deep, so ours,In the light of dayOr the sweetness of night.A love like no other,That yearned to stay vibrantPerpetually alive, perpetually bright.We just loved each other, with…
Her name is Sylvia,
And makes us feel so grandI’m not impressedBy false largesse,But Silvia’s wordsAre, the sincerestI’ve ever known,She makes me feelSo humble,With the thingsShe says,She really thinks,My poetry swingsWhen, it must beOnly, the wind,That sings.So dearest SilviaPlease hearThis, my sincereBequest,‘I now declareThat my life you haveBeautifully enrichedAnd Blessed! ‘