A Way To Poetry

I and You love is everywhere. The first kissing moment of sun, I feel you. The first biting moment in bun, I taste you. The first walking moment on road, I touch you. The first watching moment of beauty, I see you. The first stopping moment for waiting, I enjoy you . The first realizing moment from pain, I gain you. The first breathing moment in freedom in freedom, I see you. The first relaxing moment for peace, I call you. The first dripping moment in rain, I hear you. The first stepping moment in to darkness, I figure you. The first lighting moment of obsession, With you, forever, in heart and soul, From the rise to fall; Love to act in same role.

I Hate spontaneity Last night, men were not satisfied, When they met entirety; from then I hate spontaneity. Last day, men were not sure, When they have certainty; from then I hate spontaneity. Last week, men were not filled up, When green acted as either paternity; from then I hatespontaneity . Last month, men were not greedy, When they could achieve the freedom of possibility; from then I hate spontaneity. Last year, men were not in men, When they had the power of all capacity; from then I hate spontaneity. Spontaneity the flower of holy play, now with blooms hair, become the daughter of clay. spontaneity opens the path of all probability, So, from then to now I hate spontaneity.