With my finger on the screen,

If you love,Life is divine,All dreamsReally can come trueWith that person,Close to youLove and passion,Satisfy,All, love seems to dignifyLove for othersAnd your ownMake the worldSeem more like homeWe are not made out of stone,When we love, never aloneFor Love is the treasure found,What makes our World go around.

Living,Clarifies a littleStudy and investigating,A little more,But Life, Us,The UniverseRemain a Mystery,Forevermore!

That aren’t there,It’s really terrible,When you want to shareYour thoughts, pains and feelingsBut there’s Nobody there.

What some feel as compelling and appealing,For others, those same things will never do.

Have answersThat give knowledgeSo we grow.Poetry is specialRomantically so,Has Mystery’s glow.From emotions bornAs we read we feelIncredible sensationsThat lovingly heal.How is it doneAnd why is it so?Even Poets,Don’t really, know.

A word or twoA smile,A human touchWith which you knowSomebody cares,Sends you a smileFor you to wear,All this means moreThan treasures badly got,For kindness and affectionCan’t be forced or bought,No matter what!