Of Poetry,
Admire Nature’s
Inexplicable
Beauty,
Embrace
With delightful
Awe,
The Sea’s,
Blue, infinity,
To hold the hand
And feel the very
Soul,
Of the One,
You so, blindly
Love
Tell me,
Is that not
How Paradise
Should be?
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Love for one another,
Although, so often spoken of.Love is constant sacrifice,Not just a mere mirageThat comes and goes,Remember,More love less hateLove is what our souls,Are supposed to be made of.So if in you there is no loveTo give,You have no soul.
Poets can go
Without a Rocket,Just a poem,On hand.
Beware of:
Pretending they are saviorsPretending, governanceThose, who slyly engageIn false testimonyDamaging, accusingInnocent strangersThose morally sickCultivate and perpetuateSatan’s kingdom of hateAnd utter disgrace,Endangering millionsOf innocent lives,In their fabricatedAnd inhuman mazeOf incredible destruction,As all Hell,For their benefit,They raise.
I love you!
In my head, heart and knees,May I always have the pleasureOf your company,Dearest, please!
Cambiaremos las sonrisas por lagrimas
los parajes de la luna, son sombriosfrios, aunque parezca, al revesyo te querre’ siempreaunque tu no me quieras,Una y otra vezHasta convertirme en tu sombraPara siempre, despues.TranslationDon’t Leave Me.We will exchange smiles for tearsWhen you will no longer be here,The spaces on the Moon are SomberAnd Cold, even though,it may not seem that clearBut I…
To love and to be loved,
To have or to be had,As Life’s greatest emotion.