Faded Harmony.

The pause is over, the Californian stalker I think left me for good. Well, like I said during a drive video I recorded earlier today. The blessing really came and for that, forever indebted I will be. 

This is the poem I was writing when this whole chaos came in. Like I always said, I am a very simple human being and I don’t even care a lot about reality of any given situation. I just love to make hypothetical scenarios with real people and make every poem I write give a feeling of absolute reality. It is the feeling I look for and most often I get it. There is only one fall out in this whole versifying circus. I was never able to earn the love I deserved. In fact, it is directly the opposite I got. Well, what can I say there is always a price to pay. I pray to God every day to make me live a thousand years if need be to feel one second of love of HER. That gave me a totally different thought what if this love is becoming a total curse for me or for her or for both of us. There the poem I started writing as a simple romantic poem ended with the old thought resurfacing as Faded Harmony.

Enjoy.

Faded Harmony.

Chords in guitar slowly strummed,
As words in mind into verses weaved,
There was a dream from where all triggered,
Romantic feelings filled us both in perfect harmony.

Drawing all energy for each other sworn,
Life with sanctity of love in beautiful souls,
Ah’ Mother Nature blended her sound with us,
As all moved along as if in a harmonious dance.

Love gave us the feelings of togetherness,
Love gave us the chance to blend two lives into one,
Ah’ stubbornness took away the pleasure of togetherness,
Anger and ego consumed passions in veins for each other.

Look around you, feel the touch of nature upon you,
The air that caress you, the scent of blooms that adore you,
The bird that imitates you, the sound of rain that makes you dance,
Ah’ in it all the lover in me hid the fulfillment of every dream of yours.

Through the deceptive games of mine faded,
The harmony between our hearts like the fallen leaves of Fall,
But they will feed new passions when you will feel the sprouts of love,
Love regenerated from the harmony we once adored, as friends and lovers.

Every new hope weaves a new dream,
The old harmony though faded still kindles a dream,
In every thought ah’ a prayer for you and me I always prayed.
Never to make a curse of our lives in the feelings of love we once felt.

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