Inamorato

18th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

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The courtyard, full of roses.
The beach, full of waves.
The night sky, full of stars.
My senses tingle.


The lovers,
They kiss.

The enemies,
They fight.


For we are in the real world -
And it sure is difficult.

We can disconnect.
We can realise.
We can find our inner-self’s.

But I will tell you, if the world were mine;
We would only have lovers.