In The Battlefield Of Happiness... Poem by RIC BASTASA

look at the way he looks
at you
enter to the door of his eyes
be his lady

look at the way he pours
coffee to your cup
the way he pours to his
the way his hand holds
the handle of the cup
how it caresses the mouth
and takes it to his lips
as he looks at you

the vapors of love goes
to the sky
it is a sincere prelude
an offering to the gods of
love
praying to take you back

do not melt like snow
be brave to the battlefield
as happiness is
keep fighting for it
die for it
if the day comes if it is
by all means
necessary.....