The human psyche,
Quite a plot!
Of turmoil, questions
Anguish, quests
That can drag down
Even the Best.
Human puzzles,
Barring none
From their birth
Till life is done.
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‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, ‘
To become favored in our mind,And stay in memory, for ever.
As I slumber on the sand,
You’ve been alone and so have I,But now we’re one and should not cry,For deep down passions never die,We have each other,And that’s worth,More than we’re told,Love can be worth.I think that we should go away,There’s nothing here for us to stay,I see the Sea not very far,On it we’ll travel to our Star,For Love’s…
Is there any balance,
In Poetry,Certainly Not!If there were,It wouldn’t be Poetry.
Would you care to love me?
You know your choice is lovely,Whatever it may be.But if you chose to love me,Intensely and totally,Our days will be like flowers,That bloom incessantly.
Words are his marble,
Sonority, his music,His message not faint,Of life he does follow,The heartbeat, the pace,Can see inner beauty,Feel Love’s full embrace.
I want, I want,
Know what you want,And once you have it,Does if bring happiness?Or once it’s yours,You couldn’t care less.