Paris Journeys~ All I Know

When there are times
I can see and everything intensely,
Inspired, to write with closed eyes,
It’s like I give, a part of my soul.
I have so many things to believe
And I am not unaware of it,
To the devotion of him
And to the Earth,
Like the existential question,
What is the most important thing on Earth; Happiness, love and bliss,
All these words so soft that we seek so hard,
All these things which are so subjective,
And essential to life,
These words, these things,
I seek after, making life better
While hoping to catch up one day, landing this thing call of love,
Who from the depths of my soul is released,
To the one that knows
All that I want him to know is
I want him more than ever,
More than I’ve ever wanted
Anything else.