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When Love Is Only Poetry
Only by chance that to came to write
Haphazardly inking black on a white
That by instinct, i never had a gift
I just left myself wandering adrift
I moored in my teens on a harbor
When i first put on a poetic armor
As a young lover i'd then flatter
The gorgeous girl like a valiant rider
Like a child, and stil am i born nervous
Maniacally willing to reach my purpose
Whatever in my way, shall fall and crumble
But for a woman i love, i'd easily stumble
And yet, too much Romance took its toll on me
For seeking Juliet in this world is just Poetry
With dust left behind, i fled into the mountains**
Seeking relief in valleys and sprinkling fountain
The balm in Nature has cured so many sickness
From broken emotions, failures and emptiness
Since this is the way of my fate
I shall glean crops before it's late
Thank God to be endowed with a pen
Strive to show the best that i can
For this life is only passing whim
A sweet memory from a vernal dream
Leave behind a green word to grow
Poetry is a boon given only to a few
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