That consoles the broken heart,
That’s so human as an Art.
If you know please answer me,
For as much as I have tried,
Don’t exactly know, just why,
She is Beauty’s ever pride.
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You read, you think, you travel,
Meditation is a gavel,That towards peace,Can sometimes steer.
My romantic, free spirit
I want you to knowThat Love is notTemporary,That when it’s truly felt,It’s like the Universe,Endless,Reproducing itself,Each moment, each secondWith every breath taken,Love reinvents Itself.
Some friendships
Are those fewThat get along,That dance and singTo the same song,It’s a gift like no other,Sister, sister, Brother, brotherNot by bloodBut by the Soul,It’s so greatWhen in this WorldOf so much insincerityAnd hateYou can feel,You’re not, alone.
Do for Others,
It will bring you happiness,And enormous wealth.
Where can I go?
The Moon is too far,The Sun is too bright,The Sea is too deep,When Love’s out of sight,To bury the hurt,Of love that has died.
Not all we write
If ever,Not all we feel,Is ecstasy,Whenever,But if what’s writtenIs sincerely feltCommitted,We can rejoiceAnd bless, our choice,In between, aboveThe useless Noise,Well, fitted