What is the difference,

Exclusively,A human gameFor which no one can trainWhich makes us think seriouslyThat no two of us, are really,Ever, just the same.

In a Look,So telling, so deep,That it resists and defies,All of Love’s secrets,And about feelings,Talks miles.

And what will be,Cares not about the Present,So in what Time Zone,Shall we move?Past, Present or Future,You always lose.

Long live the Spirit of Immortality,That each poem carries, sincerely.Let language bloom like a Rose,Each verse open, not closed,Bringing perfume and color,And images huge, like a deluge,That no prose can ever impose.Poetry of language is King,For the spirit and mind, an opening,To the Mysteries of thought,And maybe the key to Paradise Lost.

All I see,Is an empty carafe,Were once there were,Seas of expectancyNow, disappointment,Has the last laugh.

LostBut, a beautiful SoulNever stops feeling,At any cost,Whether young or oldFor Feelings are timeless,And so is Love,The deepest one of all.