A lover’s call, words spoken in the dark,
Awakens hearts with fire, ignites the spark.
A visit from sweet Wisdom lights the way,
To Beauty’s throne, where hearts and minds do pray.

We buy and sell, yet never grasp the cost,
As several selves collide—one found, one lost.
In children’s laughter, clothes of innocence,
Crime fades, and punishment finds recompense.

Dead are the people, yet their spirits rise,
Though tears of defeat, their courage never dies.
We eat and drink, and toast to fleeting days,
While Freedom sings her song in boundless ways.

In friendship’s gaze, a flute plays sweet and low,
A gift from God to mend the broken soul.
Good battles Evil, houses rise and fall,
Yet Joy and Sorrow intertwine through all.

Let these desires burn bright, yet not consume,
For Love is a magic that pierces gloom.
Laughter and tears, the laws of love abide,
“Leave me,” my blamer says, “but not my pride.”

“Love one another,” rings the sacred vow,
In marriage, hearts are bound and humbly bow.
My friend, on death, I ponder deeply still,
Its sorrows linger, yet it bends to will.

On giving, taking, faith, and fleeting pain,
On rain-drenched flowers, waves, and soft refrain,
On soul, on reason’s momentary call,
On passion’s truth, we rise—with distance fall.

Let peace and prayer reside within the heart,
While pleasures fade, the soul remains apart.
In seeking self, in knowledge, fortune’s lore,
The Love of God persists forevermore.

The wave may crash, the rain may wash away,
But in the bloom, the soul will find its stay.
And as we talk, the poet’s truth is known,
In every verse, the world is rightly shown.

A poet’s voice, a tear—fugitive smile,
Binds joy and sorrow, both are reconciled.
A poet’s death is life renewed, profound,
The words endure, though bodies touch the ground.