Music Stops the Heart Song

The heart is a priceless possession,
The music it sings is a love song;
Sung by the angeli de la sortia.
The voices are sweet like the ripe plum in spring,
But heartfelt as the divine.

The music plays an ever onwards.
As he said like a record;
Round and round and round it goes,
Where it stops nobody knows.
The piece of the heart for love and despair,
Seeks comfort in the night.

The music stops the heart song.
The music is the guide the…
The heart song is the blind…
The music stops the heart song.
Love.

poem by Graham D. Fandrich
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Angel Time

Angel, I can see myself
Angel, won’t you feel for me,
From your heart?
Do return my heart to me
I’m already hurt

It was an accident unfortunate
Angel, threw me like a man timed
Why amuse yourself in such way
No don’t insist,

Lay me down on the ground softly softly
Don’t remove my head hurts much too much

You never return it
Well I wouldn’t miss it
I shed no tears, broken me
It's my peace of mind
You'll never know,
Now inside and outside are matching one,

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poem by Graham D. Fandrich
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A Quiet Narrative On Romance

For love, we seek to find a way,
To leave and travel to another day.

And may that day bring some peace,
With a bunch of long-stems for the feast.

The feast is a means to escape,
The person whom you wish to drape.

Across the path from which you tread,
Better known as your bed.

Blood, red romance and suffocate me why?
For love is the means to make you fly.

Read and recite the great poems might,
The poet’s heart is for the fight.

Peace, time and free love,
Are the lovers past dove.

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poem by Graham D. Fandrich
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