Top Happiness
Who said love is old?
Under which regiment, norms
or laws were they written?
No one can explain
Love does not know age,
No color or know
The boundaries of borders,
Do not care about status either
It comes by the good winds,
Spreading a well-wanting,
Without making fun, installs
In a little corner of the heart
There it sprouts, it takes deep roots
Little by little is formed metastasis
At this point, our whole being is taken
By tenderness, generosity, peace
We experience the peak of happiness
Being strong, do not scream, whisper
Does not hurt, heals the wounds,
Does not annihilate, care and involve
© 2019 Gel Poetry Garden
Who said love is old?
Under which regiment, norms
or laws were they written?
No one can explain
Love does not know age,
No color or know
The boundaries of borders,
Do not care about status either
It comes by the good winds,
Spreading a well-wanting,
Without making fun, installs
In a little corner of the heart
There it sprouts, it takes deep roots
Little by little is formed metastasis
At this point, our whole being is taken
By tenderness, generosity, peace
We experience the peak of happiness
Being strong, do not scream, whisper
Does not hurt, heals the wounds,
Does not annihilate, care and involve
© 2019 Gel Poetry Garden
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