But really authenticated,
Poetry must be recited,
Out Loud!
For All it’s Intensity,
And all it’s Immensity,
It must be recited,
Out Loud!
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The joy of being with you,
No words or useless chatter,Are needed to feel this:A flight towards all Eternity,A breath of perfumed bliss,An amorous wind, embracing,The fulfillment of a kiss.All This you are to me and More,My life, my heart, my very soul,Before we were together,Did I exist at All?
I have but myself,
Said the Nightingale,As the love of the MoonIt pretended to win,Disguised,As a singing Swan.
We are,
Never to be seen again,Nothing, ever lastsNor us, nor we, nor themOnce the die is castAnd Life is on its way,There is no turning backTill our final day,But how we miss our Past!The once lived, happy days,For some, yet not for all,Those days, those yearsThat won’t come back,Like first Roses of MayLike Love that’s gone…
There is so much more to Poetry,
It condenses life’s priorities,Plus all we hold most dear.
The Horizon,
As lovers, and discover each other,Where Life perhaps begins.Oh what Bliss,To capture this unique moment,As Love opens its secret flower,And we relish the little happinessThat dreaming and poetry,To our blue horizon, brings
In the twisted cadence,
Love traveled the Planet,Endlessly,Just to find,That Life is onlyA dream like moment,Of Fantasy.