Love Poem: Take picture

Take picture

Take a picture

Take a picture, of a man, do you see? Hologram is gone
Yeah, keep the photo, keep it, watch the face, it is love
Your love, he needed you, but the time is gone, bring on

A chance is yours, maybe on, will be ready, your fate is done
But where is the ghost? Must be here, there, or anywhere
Yeah, immortal is your love, he needed your mortal love

Hah, you had enough time but you killed the expensive past
Do you lose something? Yeah, a suffering poor immortal life
Hmm, he loved you. I don’t know who he is. Burned for you

Just for you! Only for you! Oh, love! My platonic one! The one!
You destroyed a fantastic immortal love, A real Taj Mahal!
You were the princess and I am the prince! Love! You are a killer!

Please, see the hologram in front of you, see this amazing movie
This movie is a historical documentary film. About life. About our life
About unhappened present and future. A diamond family, great lives!

India is far away, The Taj Mahal is a fairy tale in our lives, but realism in heaven
Hmm, we lost lives. You have, I know, but not the diamonds. Greeting you
I love you, and my family waited for you, gone your life, it is passed you

Can you see, can you feel the movie of our life and lives?  Family like
Our diamond children waiting now for new parents in heaven; bye like
To you, they needed for mother, but not like you, respected love. Come off

Do you know what I felt in years and years? Youst a love. Come from you
Please, see the moment, the present. And then the other one, what you deleted
That present never happened, because your selfishness killed them

Killed children, bloods, yours and mine, it will never be ours, lost loves
Please see the future, real Utopia, but lives in my dreams, oh nights
Waiting for the children at school, summer times beach trips, nice moments

Making them every morning breakfast, taking them to school, oh loves
Teach them languages, English and Hungarian, oh, yes, dreamy life
Spending summers with my parents in my country; dreaming of kids

Oh, everything is just an illusion – said the Buddha
Suffering, sickness, death, oldness – this is the life
Buddha said, hmm, this is true, but a bit so nihilist

Our life may have only a meeting in a fixed time
Our life is nothing else, illusions met in a fixed place
We are illusions, Only games of the Mind from Space

Difficult the life
Like an endless jungle
Lovely thing
To walk
in the Life
of Jungle