We knew of Love the inner touch,
The problem was we loved too much.
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We all cling on to something,
But the trunk must be healthy,To bear all that Life can be,Solitude is always our worst enemy,But love and understanding,Has saved many a lonely tree.
You can’t learn to be
Profession of the Soul,Most people don’tKnow it,But you’re bornA poet,And Poetry like LoveIs magicMeant to heal,Embrace us All.
Years ago,
Dedicating a poem to someone,Was really, blowing their horn.Today, you might say,That type of sentimental honorIs practically unknown,Times change,What once was gloryToday, just bubbly foam.
Poetry,
To express, The Dream,The Love of Life,The Soul,The Love of Nature,The Human Song,And Human LoveAt it’s Peak.
One poet inspires another
They practice,Fraternal, sentimental callsPlus have of Love, an overdose.
Please let me say,
You keep my sanity,My light of day,You’re Life’s infusion,And Love’s diffusion,What’s good in life,And why I try,To stay alive,And not give up,As long as you,Sweet poetry,Will hold my hand,Inspire me.