Just a few words that keep occupying my thaughts this evening ...
some kind of confusion
spreading among and throughout
most of the population
It makes us say and do
things we usally dont
or wont think we should
without first thinking it through
Like if it would be some sort of sensation
Just like I used to feel about you
whom I thought were the love of my life
and most certainly would become to be my wife
carrying our miraculous child
made out of True Love
Such as that which is brought to us
by those angels from up above
and affirmed while we would be making love
But still there is this confusion
many years after
all those tears and laughters
Allthough I know
that the love I ones felt for you
is still running throughout my veins
The ever after emerging evolution
makes the very thought of True Love
to be nothing else but an vague Illusion
It's just like if it was some kind of magic
that aroses all over within again
It truly feels a little bit tragic
that we somehow concider it
being som kind of intrusion
uncontrolled spreading itself
from one to another
But still there seems to be noone left
that even bother
Maybe one day we once more would dare to find
someone who will once more
bring True Love to our door
and into our heart and mind
like we used to do once before
Then the current feeling of an Illusion
within itself might transform
to be a bug of love
that start spreading all around
from one to another
like an intrusion
that bring us all an confusion
that make us once again
believe in Love
- lost and found -
That one and only true love
brought to us by angels from up above
Those earthbound ones that we keep within
from that very first day when our lives begin
The only thing that according to me
would be the utterly sin to be
is if we neglect to see
what true love is ment to be
and not only can
but ought to and should so be
The only dream that has to become true
even though it might seem to be
like a kind of magic
like the love I once felt for you
Is the imagination of true love
an incarnation of what angels brings us from up above
It might very well be a confusion
but I beg for it to keep spreading itself around
like a revolution
for our contemporary evolution
Poetry by Peter Stjerngrim
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Written on 2012-11-08 at 13:38
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It's all about Love ...
There seems to besome kind of confusion
spreading among and throughout
most of the population
It makes us say and do
things we usally dont
or wont think we should
without first thinking it through
Like if it would be some sort of sensation
Just like I used to feel about you
whom I thought were the love of my life
and most certainly would become to be my wife
carrying our miraculous child
made out of True Love
Such as that which is brought to us
by those angels from up above
and affirmed while we would be making love
But still there is this confusion
many years after
all those tears and laughters
Allthough I know
that the love I ones felt for you
is still running throughout my veins
The ever after emerging evolution
makes the very thought of True Love
to be nothing else but an vague Illusion
It's just like if it was some kind of magic
that aroses all over within again
It truly feels a little bit tragic
that we somehow concider it
being som kind of intrusion
uncontrolled spreading itself
from one to another
But still there seems to be noone left
that even bother
Maybe one day we once more would dare to find
someone who will once more
bring True Love to our door
and into our heart and mind
like we used to do once before
Then the current feeling of an Illusion
within itself might transform
to be a bug of love
that start spreading all around
from one to another
like an intrusion
that bring us all an confusion
that make us once again
believe in Love
- lost and found -
That one and only true love
brought to us by angels from up above
Those earthbound ones that we keep within
from that very first day when our lives begin
The only thing that according to me
would be the utterly sin to be
is if we neglect to see
what true love is ment to be
and not only can
but ought to and should so be
The only dream that has to become true
even though it might seem to be
like a kind of magic
like the love I once felt for you
Is the imagination of true love
an incarnation of what angels brings us from up above
It might very well be a confusion
but I beg for it to keep spreading itself around
like a revolution
for our contemporary evolution
Poetry by Peter Stjerngrim
Read 797 times
Written on 2012-11-08 at 13:38
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