POETRY: WHAT SWEET MEMORY

My greatest treasure
is not made of silver,
it is not made of gold,
it is not made of jewels,
it is nothing that can be bought or sold.

My greatest treasure
is a girl, the most wonderful
I have ever met,
to give her my heart I will never regret.

She fills my life with happiness,
she is my life's light,
as long as she loves me
everything is alright.

She brings warmth into my cold life,
she has the power that I need to survive.
With her love she protects me,
I feel always secure,
I will love her forever, I am totally sure,
and someday, I promise, she will become my wife.

I want to share my life with her,
I want to see all good times and bad times
that life can bring together with her, even the
biggest problems will seem like a tiny, little thing.

Since I know her I am the happiest man,
and I want to give that feeling back to her
as good as I can.

She is the greatest treasure,
with a heart made of pure love and tenderness,
more precious than gold, jewels and any riches
in the world.

To love her is a pleasure,
I feel that I live and love,
but my feelings are only for her,
they are so strong and honest, not possible to measure

PART II

I possess a hungry heart,
A heart hungry for emotions,
Emotions pleasing me or those tearing me apart,
As this heart that burns
Is a poet?s heart!!!

A poet?s heart accepts morsels of misery,
It accepts the bites of betrayal,
Though money comes and goes,
This heart isn?t in a hurry,
Of withstanding hurdles, it is capable!!!!

The heart?s reporter is the poet?s pen,
Narrates how the heart felt, and when,
Be it Betrayal or be it Romance,
The poet?s heart knows to always sing and dance!!!
Because this is a poet?s heart,
And of constantly progressing, it knows the art,
With each new experience, a new poem does start,
New verses, emerging straight from the heart!!!

If a poet?s heart ceases to beat,
Then, of poetry, how shall the lamp be lit?
Some jingles of joy, some sagas of sorrow, that?s it,
This heart illuminates the dark lonely street,
It builds the bridge where the depressed and the smiles meet!!!
The poet?s heart itself goes through thicks and thins,
It then explains what life is, what it means,
Sadness doesn?t dishearten it,
Joy can?t sidetrack it,
It enjoys each sentiment, every flavour,
To illuminate the attitude of young hearts, it does endeavour,
It is a beacon of light,
It cleans others? vision and sight,
By being through the fire,
It makes our vision bright!!!

Thus a poet?s heart illuminates
The countless amateur slates
Of young inexperienced hearts.
The poet?s heart is
The Heaven Of All Hearts!!

PART III

I strike up a sentence, the melody starts,
Our minds, both as one, start to sway,
Enriched with the music we hear in our hearts,
Begins our sweet lover's ballet.

So light, so gentle, yet purposely placed,
We play out this secretive dance.
The ground we share keeps us light in the air,
In an atmosphere rich in romance.

I long for your side, wanting so to glide,
Through a slow motion lover's embrace.
To have you smile up at me, as I look down and see,
The beams illuminating from your face.

Long deep in the night, we both find our delight,
In the purity that makes us one.
Silver mist all around, we leap high from the ground,
As the music plays endlessly on.

Such heaven and hell, is this dance we know well,
Where both pleasure and pain at last meet.
As one we fly, as we soar so high,
Yet a thousand thorns lay 'neath our feet.

Together again, we are blind to this pain,
On this magical dream we do feed.
Two as one, we together, will dance on forever,
Doomed to fail, but to also succeed.

As in dreamland I drown, I see roses put down,
On a doorstep, along with a note.
As the mist starts to rise, I open my eyes,
I see clearly what you wrote.

Such sadness is shown, in these roses once grown,
As they land at your door a bouquet
While severed and bound, yet such beauty be found,
What sweet memory, our lover's ballet