You Are Imagery, Like A Fountain Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Romance and originality, the concentration needed, to blend

non pretentious, reality amongst the junk

surely the cart was before the horse and the white doves were set free

not the budding of the forget me nots, but the unleashing of the white hoses

the extacy and the sea

now someone else has taken your place

In truth life means nothing without you

searching everywhere for you

the procession of doors

without yelow buterflys

meaning of gardens of roses where beauty hides

amongst the thorns and the branches, the rose

But will not endure, it sensuality lasts a while

can i stun it with my revelations, are my yearnings not ties of love to be observed