Poetry, sort of spices all
That is in fact at hand,
Emotionally speaking
Everything around you
Becomes a bit more grand,
For example, Spanish guitars
If by pure fantasy,
You have imagined one
Poetically, at hand.
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You were mine
As you deserved to be loved,There was this charisma about you,That inspired more than love.I never told you this,For fear that you would laughAnd leave me standing thereLike a passenger without a fare,Who had missed the bus.You never did feel the same way,So we drifted far apartWhere the land is dry,And the sea is grey,And…
Explosion with devotion,
White light of Moon, emotion,A love has just begun!
‘One, is never better served
An old French saying goes,Lucky those,Who are sufficiently alive,Who can lead a loveless life,And still be happy by themselves.
Crimson beauty,
Autumn,Only beauty weaves,Artist colors,Red, Green, Gold,Nature paints,With brushes bold!
I don’t know
This closeness,This rapportHardly ever feltBeforeThis waiting for,The perfumed breezeThat has,Your so differentAppeal,That when not thereI can hardly, breathSomething, never feltBefore!What can I call it,Except,Blessed breeze.
Limpid pools of Moonlight gather,
In the quiet moonlit hours,Dreams of love are traveling best.I will love you being lonely,With a love I can’t forget,You will always be beside me,As the Moon our love protects.In the darkness I will find you,For I know you exist somewhere,Then the moonlight will astound you,And be glorious everywhere.