Still the same as ever before
the over-played and too weary song
memory grinds in subconscious grooves
to the past feelings stubbornly belong

no,  I'll sing such no more
as the silent moments come along
my heart should remake itself
my love shall do no wrong.

It will be easy to repeat
we'd then suspend thinking
the mind is like a mint
currency it would continue printing

such addicted by time compounded
we hardly know the essence of living
night follows day is all we believe in
the persistent grind leads to moral dying.

Love is not blind,
but he who did not see your worth.

you're slowly losing me.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

I couldn't carry my weight
it caused me to stumble
couldn't even walk to the nearest gate
the **** of joke of the people-

she looked at me--beautiful Jade
and this she said: sloth is your trouble
yet I love you still--listen to what I've said
'exercise, don't over-eat--don't you dare grumble-

six months will be the test--not a day late
your report-card I'll keep-- quite simple!
it's all up to you- don't blame fate
persevere-- all day--by the double!'

the challenge I took up-- I did great
twenty kilos I shed-- I won the gamble!
we got married-- what a joy to celebrate
in Tuscany- isn't love the most wondrous miracle?

There's a girl
Behind the windows
Waiting for the Moon
So she may smell it
As she is blind
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