You know your choice is lovely,
Whatever it may be.
But if you chose to love me,
Intensely and totally,
Our days will be like flowers,
That bloom incessantly.
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To be Poetry
Is there anything,Better?When roses smile,Life is magnificent!At least, for a while.When hearts beat faster,Love may comeIn the formOf sweet disaster,It’s never easyTo loveIn fact,It’s complicated,You can no longerLive,Without being duplicated.
I’d love to be a butterfly,
And bathe myself in nectar,Not just in April shower.I’d love to be a Symphony,With all of music’s power,And tell, you that my love for you,Augments more, every hour.
No,
The tears start to flow,No matter what you do,No matter how much you try,The pain is always there,Like a dented rack,Whose notches turn,From my flesh into my bloodMore painful every day,No matter what I doNor what I say,The pain is always thereAnd will Never go away.No,You never recover,From love and loss,You become like a stoneThat…
I love the melody,
The rhyme, rhythm and love,That few have too much of,The sweet and vivid sound,Of meanings that abound,Of Worlds that don’t exist,Of dreams that do persist.Come with me we shall fly,To worlds of fantasy,Where no one can deny,That life can be true bliss,If Poetry exists.
Poetry is true Democracy,
But it will be a fight,If what you say,Cannot be seen as right.