What words shall lovers use to express burning desire?
Solely of pain and heart ache do blind lovers sing.
Love mocks the sane by setting their hearts on fire,
yet merry bells of happiness they ring.
Red rose buds do blossom in spring and so do minds when into thoughtfulness they sink.
True honest words shall not retire,
oral they are or marked in ink.
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Oh, black man of the night
Robber of every soul
destroyer of the strongest heart
Melter of the most beautiful eyes
Why do you make us wail in hate?
Why become our unpredictable fate?
Why take away our voice?
Why make us feel like we don’t have a choice
......
My breathing quickens
So fast I cannot curtail
The rasps which emerge
As I brutally exhale
My pulse fastens
My heart pounds in my chest
Like I am in real danger,
Lke I might arrest
......
Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
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It befalls on me the intensity,
Catapulted with dire immensity,
Within which lives the sensitivity,
Of them emotions built, the lightest.
Then befell on me, the beknownst,
Whistled in hymnes and in absence,
The peculiarities in offsetting balances,
Them unknown like the remnant strands,
And today rejoicing to the kinds of sounds,
......
What words shall lovers use to express burning desire?
Solely of pain and heart ache do blind lovers sing.
Love mocks the sane by setting their hearts on fire,
yet merry bells of happiness they ring.
Red rose buds do blossom in spring and so do minds when into thoughtfulness they sink.
True honest words shall not retire,
oral they are or marked in ink.
......
In moments of rage, I confess,
A tempest within, I suppress.
Like thunder that roars,
My anger explores,
Yet, calms to a whisper, no less.
The flame of frustration ignites,
A dance of emotions in the nights.
It flares, it burns bright,
An intense, fiery light,
......
It befalls on me the intensity,
Catapulted with dire immensity,
Within which lives the sensitivity,
Of them emotions built, the lightest.
Then befell on me, the beknownst,
Whistled in hymnes and in absence,
The peculiarities in offsetting balances,
Them unknown like the remnant strands,
And today rejoicing to the kinds of sounds,
......
I try to fight you–
But my punches turn to clouds
After pressure, rain
If it was a dream .. from my spate fingers ,
I would draw you a rose
And on my eyeball I would plant you a longing smile
You would be a home , reduce the evening in a star
And sun never admits defeat,
against legions of the rain
If it was a dream
I would plant your land with thousand laughs
To raise basil and roses on your face
When we dream ..the life settles in its cradle
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