And love grew slowly,
As an Art,
Creation does secure,
That Love is there,
To start the course,
That takes us to the Stars,
Where love becomes so harmonized,
We think it will not part.
How beautiful, the World seemed then,
But now that we’re apart,
The torment of a ship at wreck,
Is in each others heart.
It’s the kind of emotion,That makes you feel, never by yourself.
Cords on a StradivariusViolin,Only the finest,Sentiments,Between usThat’s what realFriendship,Is.
The rhyme and rhythmOf Love,It’s intense feelingIt’s inner song,That we can’t resistThat speaks onlyTo the soul.Art, music and poetryIn all its forms, areThe unviolated StarThat everyone can own,That we cannot resist,For it speaks onlyTo the soul,A benediction of feelingsThat is democratically,Owned,Dove’s purityBeauty’s throneFountain of blessingsFulfillment of all souls,That lovingly embraceThis spiritual union,Its everlasting call.
If the Country totally fails,The entrails of the Earth,Are too deep and hot to sail.
So EasilyLost!That kindred,Soul,That Love,That wasAll,You ever wantedOut of Life.
A moonlit voyage thru all Time,The Past can be revived,The Present, dramatized,And the Future, analyzed,Poetic Time, energized,By the Poet’s Faith, in Rhyme.
