Life is mysterious,
So have written many poets.
From Birth to Death,
is all, but a play of Time and Breath.
First comes day and then night,
With it comes second, minute and endless hours.
All becoming a web full of life,
with voices of people alive.
They are so real,
So much that we all dwell,
we love and care,
during their times of happiness, love and despair.
Love! Oh! We Live for Love
Breathe for and in Love
Hold hands in Love
Sing for Love
Cry even for and in Love
so much power has this love
Once it makes you fly as a dove
Next it breaks your heart
and questions your very existence on this earth.
Love and Life, Life and Love
one cannot live without the other
But it is mere mortal who can never gather,
That in one's lifetime...
Love and Life both are never forever
So have written many poets.
From Birth to Death,
is all, but a play of Time and Breath.
First comes day and then night,
With it comes second, minute and endless hours.
All becoming a web full of life,
with voices of people alive.
They are so real,
So much that we all dwell,
we love and care,
during their times of happiness, love and despair.
Love! Oh! We Live for Love
Breathe for and in Love
Hold hands in Love
Sing for Love
Cry even for and in Love
so much power has this love
Once it makes you fly as a dove
Next it breaks your heart
and questions your very existence on this earth.
Love and Life, Life and Love
one cannot live without the other
But it is mere mortal who can never gather,
That in one's lifetime...
Love and Life both are never forever
1 comment:
i love how you write!! the content reminds me of how you talk! im still thinking! the depth is brilliant! :) i love how you compare them to mortals! :) cant wait to read more! :*
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