Mari Felices

Being with a man is also a poem if there is passion. I will write on him and he will write on me. with my fingers but there is no ink, not on the paper but on his skin . Words are not visible even though I   wrote them. Words could be change into long red marks. A little bit of my own poetry, Once I hug him, the poem will come automatically. The moment I kiss him, the verses suddenly appeared. The moment I touch him, the rhymes emerge perfectly. In his melody of love opiate embrace In his eyes reflects his souls from within. A words of love uncovered the part of me. A touch that said so much. A simple way of my own poetry. A world of romance, only me and my poetry. © Mari Felices

Love is one of the most mysterious forces in life. It can lift us to the highest joy or bring us to the deepest sorrow. For some, it feels like magic; for others, it is a lesson written in pain. In my own journey, love has been both a gift and a challenge, a story of inspiration, discovery, and the courage to feel even when the outcome is uncertain. What is Love really? For me, there is only one kind of love, yet a thousand different versions. It is a gift from God, without price tag or measure. A gift we all can possess, A key that unlocks both happiness and sorrow. Do you believe that when you fall in love, A different kind of magic begins to happen? Oooops… not always. Love is not forever a bed of roses. Sometimes, love brings hurt, And it becomes the reason we fall down. I never believed in the magic of love. But when ——– entered my life, I felt something incredible. This feeling was strong enough to make me love him. A Friend Who Changed Everything I told myself, I am afraid to lo...