Love poetry Stories

Waiting.For what.The end.It will come.One needs, One needs to, One needs to succeedAt something,Or what was it for.The wait.For the end.Which will come.It always does.It always has.It always will.Until the endOf time.We struggle to simply live,We struggle to live simply If we are simple people.One can be simple,With a side of intricacy.And One needsTo succeedOr elseWhatWas It For.Having been hated.Having been loved.The lo...

The greatest gifts bestowed to meAre nature’s gifts for me to see.The beauty of the land and sea,In its great diversity. The Moon and Stars that rest above,The Swan the Eagle and the DoveAnd my Heart with which to LoveThe fairer sex, the best of us. For nothing moves as pleasantly,Not wind nor water nor the tree,as a women who gracefullylives her life in harmony. Her silken hair and glowing smileTouch my soul; and all the...