How many moon crescents
Have to pass by, be lost
How many Seas, Crossed?
Love is not easy,
To the sky it may ascend,
But as it tries to go higher
May also be irreparably,
Hurt and Lost,
Like a delicate flower,
Love, if continually
Tested and harassed,
Will make you lose
The One,
You love the most.
Empty handedI will leaveLife’s sound.Love,A Swan,So white, so deepSo pure!It totally escapedImmaculate, untouched,Love’s holy Ground.
The stage and love,And for my friends,A lifelong hug.
A person without affection,Is like a Tree that cannot grow.
So well planned, tending perfection,Yet man knows none,What is so perfectly done,Our so called ‘civilizations’,Try their best to get undone.
Nice words togetherPoets’, poems, are,Not so fast!For poems,To be unforgettable,Heaven and Earth,Must come togetherCreating in youThe magic feelingOf a newborn Star.
As Time beginsTo shadow time,And memories becomeForgetful,Images blurred,And feelingsStart losing reason,To be prime.PleaseDon’t forget me,As Life’s gardensStart to wither,Become, parchedLose glitter,For I will alwaysBe the rain,That comesWhen your spiritIs low,Can no longer fly,Wants to die,For I am Love,The eternal feeling,And I will not,Cannot,And refuse,To ever die.
