The love not given,
The love that’s hidden
Underground,
Under the sky,
For those that search
Maybe only a lie.
We all need to be loved,
Please, don’t ask me why
Maybe because, we are so lost
Nobody listens to our cry,
Or maybe because Love is
The most unselfish thing
That as humans, we should try.
Writing can become,A deadly deviceFor Some.
It’s Everything, I feel.
How can you liveWithout love?It’s like breathing,But not livingIf deprived,Of the sincerestFeelingOf them all!Self-compellingSo appealingMarvelously,Fulfilling,Life giving,Is this miracleSo wanted,That we cannotLive without,Something,That can only beCalled, Love
Can’t get away from Poetry,Like a magnet she is there,Knitting dreams and saying wonders,Without Her, the World is bare,For all those that really love You,For all those that really care.
Flowers, gifts that arePure beauty of flowing grace.
Anything good learnedIs already forgotten.
