There is no fuel like love
Like passion nor anything better above
In the heavens, they will sing
But below we are ruled by our kings
There was one spark of joy
That hit me with such a light
As for the joy, I felt seeing you in that white
Where those angels would again sing
And I only could feel your hand and its ring.
I
have not
felt such joy.
Where it had closed
my appetite for
misery and such war.
Where I haven't felt the beauty
in any light like this before.
Because I feel you in my warm arms
And I will protect you from all this harm.
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Blue Boat
PoetryPoetry has no limits. I was going to introduce myself formally, but there is no need. This is emotion. Whether it is formal, informal, or not, it is a large group of feelings, where anyone can feel anything. Read it - feel it - enjoy it. I named thi...
