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how can you really describe love?
two hearts making one connection.
opening up to each other and seeing there flaws as perfection.
man and woman in a age long game of chess,
move after move.
there is no real way of describing love,
many have tried with paintings in the louvre.
others write poetry to try satisfy there hearts.
when you lean in for a kiss you want it to last forever,
that moment is our heaven on earth,
which is something we all endeavour.
when they lay there hand in yours you never want to let them go,
there is no way for science to replicate that experience.
and what about when you loose your touch of your heaven,
are you supposed to love someone else?
the promises made in the passion of our intimacy.
some find someone new, others wonder how they show such simplicity.
living with the burden of hope,
fully engrossed by love.
its the one thing on this earth no one can explain,
i can only tell you about the experience.
but to actually feel it, is profound.
crazy how eyes can seem so beautiful,
in them is where love is found.
i may never let go of you,
so i guess i will just have to enjoy the view.
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2025.5.11
Happy Mothers' day.
Happy Mothers' day to all
Mothers in the world.
It was painfully true to admit,
Not many people received
The luxury of the unconditional,
Kindness, gentle but greatest love
In their world from their mother.
The life's materials, the science and technologies,
Which constantly became available,
Ready to replace most of the human's abilities,
The intimacy contacts and direct communications.
Instead of a home visit,
Greeting with the word "Hello mum, happy Mothers' day",
With a big and warm hug
And a kiss on the cheek,
They have been replaced by a phone call, a text message with moji and fancy A.I. ideas.
And sometimes, a bunch of flowers,
Hand delivered by a stranger.
Since last year, I met two individuals,
They told me they did not
Get along with their mother,
I was hurt and have empathy for their loss.
I would be visiting my mother
Once I was done with Maryborough.
I headed north to walk
On the pebble stone path,
Along Lake Victoria, Princess park,
Then I went south to relax with bats,
Hung upside down on trees,
At the Phillips Gardens.
Back home, early that evening, to my surprise,
To saw someone once I loved.
As I headed back to the bus stop,
In front of his second home,
There was someone sat at the steps,
With his pushed bike leaned against the iron gate,
There he was, sitting in the dark,
To surf on the internet.
Enjoying the wifi provided by his second home.
Ironically, we crossed path again unexpextedly,
We exchanged no words, not even eye contact,
This evening, he was sitting still, until I left.
The last time we met, it was on Thursday, 2025.10.21,
Six months and twenty one day already.
Tonight, he was there indirectly because of his mother.
To avoid being with her and his family,
Who happily and proudly celebrated the important day.
On the contrary, I would not be there
If it was not because of my mother.
I travelled miles away back here
To show my appreciation,
To one important person,
On this significant day.
Once again, Happy Mothers' day to all the mothers in the world.
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