This little poem I wrote for everyone and for myself, to look at it back, when i'm feeling down
God knows the way I dream so big
And he likes the way I choose to swim,
He embraces my fears and makes them stop,
He lulls me at nights with ancient songs.
But God doesn’t like the way I love
The way I let others break my heart,
The words which are told and I believe
He hates to come and find crying me.
But still, every night he comes at my bed,
“sleep tight my child”-sweetly he says,
and when I lay crying on his huge palm,
he covers my fears with his big thumb.
“listen my child – he starts to sing
His voice – like echo from mountain’s hills,
“I know all the feelings, and I know what’s love
As I created it on the shadows of sun”.
The love doesn’t live inside the eyes,
It comes from spirit
From deep inside.
Love’s not a poem
Or a big smile,
It’s not that simple
But it’s not that hard. Love is a care
The highest one,
Love is a duty
Sometimes, a war.
Love is not seen, love is not heard,
Love is a light which struggled to rise.
Love is that all I give to you,
As love is this song, I’ve just sang for you..
The man I love is born to be a traveler. He is the most amazing story-teller I have ever known and that's what makes our relationship so alive and special.
The poem is about love that improves a person's life. If the presence of other person improves your life and comes as your true strength in fighting with failures, then it is true love in my eyes.
The moral advice of great men is religion. Works for mankind are the part of religion.