"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

My beautiful love

“…My beautiful love, my great love, my tear

I carry you in myself like a wounded bird

Not knowing to watch the past

And repeating the words that I said

That will also die for your eyes…

There is no happy love…

It is already late to have more time to learn

Our hearts cry together every night

Suffering for the smallest song

Paying with regrets for every small shiver

Losing the breath for every guitar song

There’s no happy love….

There’s no love that is not pain

There’s no love to live without tears

There’s no happy love

But it is our love, it belongs to us both.”

Il N’y a Pas D’amour Hereaux, Nina Simone

2 responses

  1. Beautiful poetry.

    March 12, 2012 at 13:19

    • Thank you David. You are a sensible beautiful soul made out of poems. And yes, only who carries this burden understands the life of a poet.

      March 12, 2012 at 13:26

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