Young passion, dripping with the sweet taste of romance
Ebbing and leaning into every emotion, every sentiment longing for love
Adventure becomes the life of a hopeless romantic
...
Fractured be the sky
as is the night, as is the day
Everything carries me to you
...
A touch of honey and a year in May
Tis the way it feels today
Doing what the rest of the universe is doing
I will hum my song- a breath of life
...
I am the dollars in few,
crammed in the corner of my wallet
traded for a plastic plate with a dead bird that couldn't fly
The dead bird shouted and cried
...
I was born, Kevin Brian Tran. I like to write sometimes. That is all.)
Lovers Of Love
Young passion, dripping with the sweet taste of romance
Ebbing and leaning into every emotion, every sentiment longing for love
Adventure becomes the life of a hopeless romantic
sway' and sway' goes the heart
like a pendulum; swinging between soul and spirit
Dangling over the dynamic of when stars do cross paths
As if every stone could be turned
As if every frog a possible fairytale
mad in hope with less in luck
Friends and critics; baffled by the loitering pursuit.
We are romantics
tourist of the soul, singers and poets of the heart
painting portraits of thoughts and feelings from within
The Lovers of Love