A young angelic poet of the 15th century sang this below poem to me while he was dancing in my room at 3:30 am .. it was beautiful the room was filled with pink and purple sparks... it was a beautiful way to wake me and soothe me.
Beauty of Love
Pick up the old and set it free
Paint the picture and set it free
In this labyrinth of blue skies
And Eyes will soon be a beautiful soul shining on thee
The fungal growth has begone too far
With fair weathered friend within punctuation mark
A mark that embarks a soul arisen out of new soul
Don't kill me as I have gone too far
Puncture my heart and let it glow
For this a beautiful labyrinth of the blue heart
Sorcery of the heart does nothing for the Soul
( Note this poetry is copy right - please don't copy and claim as yours)
Beauty of Love
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| Heart is mischievous never grows up "To Live will be an awfully big adventure" |
Pick up the old and set it free
Paint the picture and set it free
In this labyrinth of blue skies
And Eyes will soon be a beautiful soul shining on thee
The fungal growth has begone too far
With fair weathered friend within punctuation mark
A mark that embarks a soul arisen out of new soul
Don't kill me as I have gone too far
Puncture my heart and let it glow
For this a beautiful labyrinth of the blue heart
Sorcery of the heart does nothing for the Soul
( Note this poetry is copy right - please don't copy and claim as yours)
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| Give your heart soon; it will be healed soon Love |
