Wasting time,
Writing verses,
In a world,
Full of curses,
...
It's not right
That I should
Miss you,
This much!
...
Poetry frees,
So much more
Than the eye can see.
It's where
...
Poetry is Life,
Explained,
In a most unusual way
Because as a poet
...
You quench my thirst
And feed my lonely soul,
Where are you, Love?
Why have you left me
...
When you're not around,
No moon, no stars
Are to be found.
...
Human sensitivity
Should not be lost
The ability, to shed a tear
To feel compassion for those
...
Art is Love
And Love is Art.
And the Twain
Can't live apart
...