True Love Has No End Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Lost she is
Can never stay in one place
Confused by this world
A problematic environment
Of vast waste



Trying to adapt
Nothing ever works
An empty vessel forgone
This beauty can never see
How much she is really worth



Priceless love
More valuable
To those who have all
Cashed in her fate


A miracle from beyond
Such a treasure
Sadly being wasted
On those who should be
Lowering their own heads
In utter disgrace



But the skin wins
Vanity rises above it all
The agonizing pains
She has encountered
Have all turned
Into narcissistically driven ambitions
By the motives she has inherited
From the lowest forms of love's withering hearts



So many have become her
Brainwashed into thinking
That they all have to do all the work



They become slaves to emotions
And the boys of their so called dreams
Become the masters of passion's false devotion




Some perhaps many have said love is blind
I say passion has been confined
Into the worst places imaginable
The ambitions of
Love's false prophets
Making sure
That the sacred of souls
All become, dead inside



I was never any of their types
Perhaps that is something to cherish
At least I can look myself in the mirror
And say I gave my all
I tried and I tried and I tried



Say that I am ugly
Tell me that I am not your kind


Everything is alright


I am above it all


No tears here
Just the continuous knowledge
Of knowing
Where I truly belong


There she is
And there they are
Perhaps someday
They will all dig a little deeper
From the deepest depths
Of their own inner selves


Boldly exploring
The deepest depths
Of what they all never knew
Existed deeply within


Go find yourselves, Beauties
And never go backwards again


Nothing wrong with attraction
As long as one never falls
For a serpentine disaster
Dressed in narcissistic skin




Make love nonfiction
With fiction you will never win



Find yourselves a love
That will take you to places
That you have never been



This is society
Tired of being spun
Into a whirlpool
That can never ever stop spinning



Keep being true to love
And love will someday
Be true to you
Dig in deep
Find those butterflies
And fly beyond
Where you have never flown before



Those who have been in pain
Never want to see others suffer
Especially in the name of love



Fly on, Dreamer
Above and beyond



Somehow, someday
True love will finally win



All will be better in the end
After all there so many levels of love
No one should ever have to play make pretend


Love on strong towards the great beyond
And fly higher than you have ever flown before



True love shall always conquer
By the fiery force of passion
Lighting up the darkest of days




True love in its many forms
Is stronger than anything



Live on
Live strong


Fight with everything


The will to live
Is the strength to become your own…



Love is a powerful force
Beyond life, beyond all


I am an apprentice of its true desires
Always proving myself no matter what
Without any motives or guilt
Celebrating the truest form of love
For the power it holds
Through this pain and suffrage



Love makes the universe small
As two souls travel beyond each parallel
Proudly being nomads
To their dreams
As they travel beyond
Two hearts as one



True love has no end