"Poetry" My hymn.

I can't write love My blood trembles at the brim of solemn pain to murmur love Veins become tremendous as sand to touch love I can't suffer a love,then that's love. Love when I take a dive in an ocean of wild emotions endlessly breathing at the unnamed soul of being loved, When I can get to the deep of  to the gob of water and hard to breathe is,love When red ants suck my blood and call platelets out and suffer,is love Love thus beats you around enormous times And you shall endeavor deaths several times As so a star is true love that buds the deep of "forelskelse" and down then, Once in a blue moon,your feelings shall go cosmogyral around galaxies endless, And Love is severe,strong a Tornado to wander, Your truths shall wonder. Love that rules a kingdom of your inner soul and the frisson of heart, You shall fear things you can't touch,So is it love You die,you make your soul die over heart,is love Love has no eyes of eyes To take care the h...

There where my tear droplets shall float, Where my heart shall not get ruled by my mind but both be the same heart, I shall defeat over triumphs and sleep over white snow, All dusk and dawn shall be yellow spring, Butterflies shall shelter my fingers, Grasses shall be blue and daffodils shall bloom on blue grasses, Have me sleeping over the Brooks at night staring at an Orion and dream, Nightingale's not to forget to wake me up from the morning coldness of the azure brook bed, Rocks shall climb over forests,bees shall lend some honey, Flowers shall bloom everywhere a tree, and I shall be free, Oasis would be a desert,cactus won't thorn me, Pancakes should hear my hunger call, I shall borrow books from my "brain library", Every afternoon,the animal kingdom shall greet me, My lips should get stretched and the ends remain lifted up, Property of Heaven,I shall never be blind.

From the tendrils I grew up, My mother fed me up all day and night, A beam of light punch me when darkness retrieve, I have hardly seen my daddy who fetched water, I miss my daddy, who is an unseen myth to my eyes, Some days, Some seasons, I fade to palish Brown, Or enhance to turqoise green, My mother was too strong, That she never left the hold, Oh! Mother was too bold, She spreads throughout serving warmth to her buds, Mamma never left me in hunger, Daddy never came to sight though, I love the pearls dropped from dark clouds, So I can help mom mould us together, Once I was told, That dad hid behind red sand, handsome though, I wonder why mom loved dad more than me, He who she has never seen but her origin is still a mystery in his hands, Dad is God to our livelihood, Who holds our breathe, Beautiful are my sister's, Bloom to the beam of yellow light, Who are the light of the mighty, There I am, serene and lost in the beauty of my family .