I have figured what is eternity,
In longing, and boring hours of a day,
Eternity could be anxiety,
In half-second before a kiss would lay;
Could love be measured in eternities?
Does love subtract from life for lack of it?
Will such amounts touch on infinities?
My heart knows not, cares not if what should fit;
I’m just a fool, not the foreboding sage,
Whatever waits in the forthcoming bend,
Is worth enough to be my labor’s wage,
As life should never worry for its end;
……..Nor for its past, nor for the times unseen,
……..And so should love, what it is, what it’s been.
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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Its a brilliant poem, well written