To have found

Truth.I look at youSo beautiful.Petals of youthVelvet softPerfumed,With the magnificenceOf Nature’s secretsAnd I cryFor your thornsShow meThat life is sadAkin to pain,And life itselfIs slowly slain.And now,In the mirrorsOf TimeA slight breeze blows,Life losses glowThe sadness grows,Oh Rose,DivineNo longer mine.

For a better World,More just, More cheerLess fear,But the problem isThe present PowerThat exists,Would never, everPermit Poets to runThis corrupted Sphere,That they will, eventuallyChoke,And put completely,Out of Gear.

No other drink as sweet,Nor with such blessed power.

Then Gene Kelly quickly came,Began, ‘Singing in the Love.’Love thy neighbor,Love thy self,Love the One you chose to love,No umbrellas for this rain,Only pray it doesn’t stop,For there’s Never enough Love.

I spoke, he did not,But we understood each other,More than not,I loved him, and he loved me back,With a love without words,The one you can’t forget,The one, we can never regret.We were like nail to flesh,So when he was taken from me,The pain, the rupture, the tear,Was totally unbearable,And still is,My heart will never heal,Time…

The burning embers,Of my past, of my life,Remembering is very painful,Because emptiness ensues,And loneliness brews,Open wounds that stay aliveFor the rest of your life.