For the heart that yearns for love,
ones words must be given with care.
The heart that is in search of love,
a word of hope will drop their
joyful tear.
For the heart that is in hope of love,
pretend not with them,
for they are tearing their heart in fear,
Just to give part of it to you,
and allow your pain to disappear.
So glad tidings to you who is real
where love is a danger so dear.
Since in this ocean where there lies
real pain and floating hearts emptied
by the lack of care,
You bring the sweetness of life,
and give it meaning for someone
who once wished to disappear.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
