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LOVE
IS THE INNERMOST SUBJECT
OF ALL POETS THAT HAVE BEEN OR WILL BE.

THEY SING TO LOVE
SINCE LOVE ELICITS THE DEEPEST EMOTIONS
AND IMPELS THE MOST PROFOUND FEELINGS.

WORDS
MAY NOT BE ENOUGH,
BUT "WHAT ELSE DO WE HAVE?"

Romantic Love

IN ALL THAT I BEHOLD THAT'S BEAUTIFUL,

YOU ARE THERE.

IN ALL THAT CAPTURES MY THOUGHTS OF LOVE,

YOU ARE THERE.

Young Lovers

What do they say to each other?
They muse, hold hands,
Occasionally kiss...

They know they are drifting
into each other's lives ...
What they may have wondered about
is now coming into reality.

Who am I and is this meant to be?
Am I prepared, qualified for this undertaking?
Am I worthy when I know
All my shortcomings?

Each says the other is
A happening that has repeated itself
ever since the world began.

Young Lovers...

Projecting images

Projecting images,
Each one containing you,
Created from feelings,
Continue to come through.

Some are simple
Like a bird on a wing.
Some are complicated,
Keep me wondering.

Some of the images
Tend to reoccur.
Many leave me wishing
If only it were.

Reflecting Love

I wish I were a mirror
Held in your hand,
Your eyes looking at me,
At your command.

Replying by sighing,
Reflecting my glow,
Telling by showing
Feelings you know.

In the reflection
Yourself you will see,
The beautiful image
You are to me.
 

Yes I Would

Yes
I would hug you,
Yes I would.

Yes
I would hold you
If I could.

Yes
I would want to
Have you near.

Yes
to all, but I
Do not dare.

If we show responsibility,
Can we just trust, wait and see?

Words are limited ...

But
what else do we have?

Sighs?
What would they convey?

Longing to share what we both feel about
our lives,
our ways,
our wants for ourselves,
our loved ones.

Sighs and smiles,
perhaps hand holding and hugs -
if we do not have words.

A lovely evening,
Short and sweet.
Throughout
A treat.

Friends,
Loving from the heart,
Bonding their friendship,
A happy start.

Meeting, visiting,
Two people alone.
Sharing thoughts, experience,
Each his own.

May it be the first
Of many a one.
Lovely evenings together,
Now it has begun.

To fall out love...
What happens then?

There is a coolness,
A dryness,
A frustration,
Can it return?
It is gone and one wonders - why?

It is so complete,
so final,
No more love - no more.

But hope need not die.
It dies only with death.

With
hope,
love
can
return.

G o n e - i s - t h e - r o s y - c h e e k
A s - i s - t h e - s p a r k l i n g - e y e .

T h e - s u p p l e - s k i n ' s - n o - m o r e ,
T o - t h e s e - o n e - b i d s - g o o d - b y e .


G r o w i n g - o l d - w i t h - t i m e ,
C h a n g e s - d o - a p p e a r,

O n e - t h i n g - w i l l - e v e r - l a s t ,

N o t - s e e n , i t ' s - a l w a y s - t h e r e .


A s - l o n g - a s - o n e - m a y - l i v e ,
U n t i l - t h e - d y i n g - b r e a t h ,

W h a t e v e r - e l s e - m a y - l e a v e

O n e - l o v e s - u n t i l - o n e ' s - d e a t h.

Shall
I forget and not remember,

Shall
I keep trying to forget?

Shall
I have no hope,
be hopeless forever,

Shall
I never love again?

Shall
I only lament,
always feel sorrow,
As is today,
no different tomorrow?

Shall
I stay with despair,
ever more lonely,
No other love,
ever loving you only?

Sleep is insistent.

It can be rationed but it will insist on more.

It can be denied but not for long.

So
it
is
for
love.

It cannot be denied for long
or
as with sleep, denying
will weaken.

Find a time for sleep -
and
someone
to
love.

Love
can always happen,
We don't have to concur.
If it happens,
We can't agree or demur.

It's nature's way
to love arrange.
Love -
It's ever strange.

Love may come,
And it may go.
When it will be
We never know.

As life goes on
Love ever will.
As long as we breathe
Love may fill our bill.

Universal Love

THE QUINTESSENCE OF LIFE - LOVE

THE QUINTESSENCE OF LOVE - SELFLESSNESS

THE QUINTESSENCE OF SELFLESSNESS - CONTENTMENT

CONTENTMENT - HEAVEN ON EARTH.

How to get through life?
At times it can be rough ...
If it's easier for some,
Are they of sterner stuff?

Is it to stumble along,
Doing the best one could?
Is there anything to know
That can help, be of some good?

Experience has shown
It is easier somehow,
To know life is that way,
Until we take our last bow.

It may also be added,
Though we must accept our fate,
We can live happier lives
With love more than hate.

We gain and lose

lose and gain.

This refrain, again and again.

What is the point if you will,
Add, subtract, the result is nil.

Why do it if it's all for naught?
Why buy in if nothing is bought?

Yet what we add may make it pay,
Even if something's taken away.

Add love and you will see
Yourself, losing misery.

Person to person is how to go,
Doing your thing as you best know.
Quick to stop when a chance is there.
To give a lift, bring some cheer.

It can be a little thing but what is size
If it lifts the spirits and makes them rise?
It can be easy and not take long,
Not necessarily to right a wrong.

What it takes may not cost,
It may bring back what was lost.
A sense of goodness, a joy to live,
If you love, and love give.

Want to go to heaven?
That's not the way it goes.
It's not the far beyond
But right under your nose.

Heaven is inside you,
Always available there.
When feeling all is well.
Content without a care.

If love flows from your heart
To everyone around,
Heaven is realized,
You're on heavenly ground.

How much love should one give,
Is there a way to know?
In loving another
Does one have to forgo?

If love is unlimited,
How does one feel?
Can it go on and on
Will ever more reveal?

Could it happen
That love will disappear?
If love is unselfish

There's
n o t h i n g - t o - f e a r

Love life
and
I will love you.

Hate life
and
I will avoid you.

Fear it
and
I will cry for you.