Ayer hice tres preguntas en poesía y las tres fueron reportadas, me pregunto si es algo solamente de la sección de poesía o es de todo yajú. Muy malo está.
Menos mal que puedo publicar y compartir en Google+ .

¿Qué es la magia del amor?

Magia es que seas el primer sol que me despierta todas las mañanas cuando comienzo mi día pensado en tí, sin poder dejar de tenerte en mi mente ni por un segundo, hasta dormirme pensando en tí para soñar contigo en la noche.

Magia son las maravillas que está haciendo tu amor en mí y en mi vida, llenándome con una vitalidad extraordinaria que nunca antes tuve.

Magia es la inmensa y total felicidad que has traído a mi vida.

Magia es lo que hizo posible que tu y yo nos pudiéramos encontrar en este universo.

Magia es ese infinito amor que me das, sin entender por que me amas tanto.

Magia son todas las maravillas que me suceden día a día, que no puedo explicar.

Si la magia es el amor, y tú eres el amor, entonces...

La magia eres tú !!!

Tú eres el amor y mi magia de amor !!! (m.t.j.)

Its funny you should ask
See I was thinking the same
Perhaps their playing
Some cheeky, devilish, chiding little game
I checked in the cupboard
Looked all under the stairs
Im sure they will turn up soon
On a day when noone cares
As is this way of life
When we seek so hard to find
Never is it fruitful
What a sorry bind

Il leave you with a thought
They never went away?
Maybe if we wish hard enough
The poets come out to play?

You have got a poignant, impressively powerful short story here.
I think it needs a lot of work; I suspect there was no editing yet,
but the concept is outstanding, and you provide good imagery to
give a clarity of what this is.

Unfortunately, many did and still do judge God and Jesus though
the actions of man, and spite God for it, become bitter, resentful,
even lose friends over it, where to the true believer he accepts others
the way they are. Jesus Christ is an equal opportunity Savior and
loves the man that died in this story.

What are you going to do with this? I hope to see the sequel, cough
cough, thomas.

We had to write a metaphor poem, and i was wondering if this is good or not?

Love is the light at the end of a dark tunnel
Is the warmth of a heart;
beating just for you

It's a rare finding
inside a lifeless soul
Is the warmth of a heart;
beating just for you

Would you rather read people's mind or change people's mind?

No more unhappy love affairs, no conflicts, no jealousy, no curiosity. Just imagine again how your world would be like if you were able to read or control people's...