The Why and How of Sentiment,
But no man has of yet explained,
How two souls can in Love remain,
Forever, fused in love and pain.
Similar Posts
Softly, tenderly,
I read verses of melancholy,Of frustrated love,Of prayers for a better tomorrow,Of things that I’ve never heard of.They console me and hold me,Like a mother embracing her scared child.Poetry, since childhood has been my friend,My accompanying musical instrument,As I turn Life’s lonely bend.Then,Now, and in the Future,I came across your poetic flowered bough,That with starlit…
To say things,
That attain, poetic splendor,Feelings, Beauty to surrender,To the open Light, as One,To be able to speak magic,To mold words, happy or tragic,To breath Life where there is none,Thoughts poetically, love spun,Yes, to Poetry surrender,Be enamored of its splendor,Virgin Love, under the Sun!
Be grateful,
When it comesAnd becomes oursWorth so much more,Than any other powerAs all heavenly StarsBlessOur finest hour.
Swimming in verse,
From darkness to light,As if hypnotized,I hold your ink stained hand,Trying to understand,Why, this one sided love affaire?Why, this constant love?Of which,I never seem to have enough.
It’s wonderful to be an individual,
Being a ‘groupie’,Brings on so much stress,Better to be,Your own persona,Than not know how to live,With yourself,So know and better yourself,Let your imagination fly,Become friends with the Sky,And you’ll never be lonelyAs the days, yawn by.
Are poets happy?
An eternal melancholic flower,That takes away the power,To find happiness to share?Always thinking, always thinking,That better Worlds exist,In some fairyland, Somewhere…