Strangers are just people we might meet again,
A hello changes it all,
Give it a try,
You'll know not a stranger any more.

Actions are words at deeds,
Feelings untold,
Feelings unspoken,
Actions are worth better at showing.

Love is a building tool,
Hearts breaking,
Hearts leaking,
Love is still a mending wool.

How do you say these words felt?
When is the right moment to voice them?
What hormone builds such a desire?
Will these emotions ever die?

Words Unspoken,
Hearts sealed,
Love leaking,
Thoughts hindering.

Words untold,
By a heart dreading,
To a heart unknowing,
For a stranger unseeing.

Love stays,
Host never,
Notions endeavor,
Patience repay.

Hearts break,
Love become a mess,
Just like in chess,
Hosts seek.

Host grow,
Love ages not,
Pain is a naught,
Love sneaks in slow.

This body is a blessing to life,
To life's end its a curse,
To live is to spend then die,
To die is to be cursed by death,
Blessed by the grave,
What a sorrow our life's live behind,
What is life without no end?
What is the purpose of life without living?

You came across my presence like a blowing wind,
A fair stranger I've met a couple of moments before,
You sang softly words that gave life to my hopeless heart,
A kind of feeling none ever made it explore in thoughts.
Could this be love?
''No'',my brain says,
But the heart denies that.

"Want you to make me feel like am the only girl in the world"
You sang,
I gave a longing look without response to your words,
Your voice, the gleam in your golden eyes,
Your giggles.All this you don't know I think about.
But I what gave you was nothing so you don't see my heart.

Who is this girl?
I still search through my adventurous  heart,
I seek only at the places I've seen you before,
I wonder if you did mean your very words,
Is thee willing to see the monster in me?
Where will I the hermit get the strength to give you me?

Our love is subject to change,
Just as Daisies wilt,
Love grows not to old age,
It has the undying ability to stand,
Though relationships are brought to an end,
Love is great and builds,
Even greater shewn with deeds,
Hello! Poetry is love of the soul.


Why not give love as seed?,
And not shout racism against a bizarre brother,
Love yields peace,and that's a need.
Why let racism **** one after another?,
Day by day peace like a flower is wilting,
Love for another soul is withering.