Blooming's Of True Love.
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True love
Can be liken
To a strong robust sprawling tree
That stands strong araldite and firm
Against boisterous gale and tempest storm
Fulfilling oy aspirations dreams and our destiny
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Grown from seeds of love
Propagated by bonds of friendship
Ordained from above
Blossoms and flourishes
Stretching for the warm smiling sun
As two hearts eclipse as one
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Roots entwined as the giving heart
Deep under fertile ground
A bough that stands alone and the test of time
An island made just for two no other can venture
And like no other around
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Within its youth
It may bear fruit
And the cycle of life revolves again
Evolving Through sustenance
From both sunshine and pouring rain
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The tree may get old
And slowly wither
Wearing wrinkles through the passage of time
And the wounds and scars time can delivers
Snatched too soon by the Devil
But sown by mighty God
The loving giver.
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Peter Dome©2020.
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Categories:
araldite, analogy, tree, true love,
Form: Free verse
One.
There could never ever be
No greater love than I have for thee
Destined to meet and so it be
Because I am just as much part of you
As you are you are as much
Part of me
As one together
We walk Life’s highway
Hand in hand
I hope I make thee feel
A special woman
As you make me feel
A special man
A reflection of each other
Hearts bonded
With a a warm true love
Araldite inseparable and invincibly strong
Our love a perpetual circle
A gift from God
The Angels sweetest song
Commitment
And contentment
Forever will be
The pillars of the rest of our lives
Shared in eternity.
Peter Dome©2019.
Categories:
araldite, angel, appreciation, dedication, happiness,
Form: Verse
The pink petal is holding the buds safe like a mother hen,
I see another overlapping,
As I keep removing the laps one by one,
I realize, isn't our life's destinies going the same,
We achieve one goal, to start one anew,
As we peel the clusters one by one,
Here the stamen and the baby pink plastic like looking layer-
The rest of the flower, latex white,
Picked for cooking along coconut- a tasty delight.
But as I go ahead the layers, size of the clusters small and small,
And plucking getting tough and tough,
Hands blackened, sticky and tight,
As if struck with -Araldite.
I manage to go to a certain extent,
I keep waiting; probably I shall see the top portion now,
Which my mother claimed to be sweet and soft,
Like the heart of the lord
But on and on as I kept peeling,
But after a certain spot
Whence I had no patience left,
I took a knife and slit the cone,
Only to see the layers on and on,.
At this point I had this thought,
Final goal being God,
Final destiny happiness,
We all climb from one step of stairs,
And go along many a stair case.
We reach God the ultimate truth
Or leave the road in between,
This is a dreary journey we make,
To receive the joy of everlasting happiness.
Categories:
araldite, life,
Form: Free verse
Superglue won’t do it, neither will flour paste glue,
PVA is useless, and Araldite is too.
A broken heart cannot be stitched together,
And Gaffer tape doesn’t last forever.
How do you mend a broken heart?
Broken by a friend or lover that had to part.
Time they say is what heals best,
But until then there's a hole inside your chest.
A broken heart cannot be mended, remember it’s not a toy.
Always try to look after it and not give it to ANY girl or boy.
Love and time is what is needed, to mend a broken heart
So hold on tightly to your loves, so they never need depart.
How to Fix a Broken Heart by: Mandy Tams~GG~
Categories:
araldite, people, heart, heart,
Form: Couplet