In the Land of Neverland

Hello again, my romantic friend. I'm pleased to share another of my love poems with you. As I always do, I cordially invite you to reflect on its message, which explores the life-changing power of love and what we leave behind when we grow up. Me? I think I'm still a child. I can see the little boy still in me living in his world of fantasy, powered by love, and I can feel how happy he is.

Warmly,

Sal

In the Land of Neverland

(A poem by Sal Godoij.)

Have I grown up with your love?

I don't know

Has your love matured me?

I don't know

In your arms, I always feel like a child

Has your love made me an adult?

I don't think so

Love makes us all innocent

Curious, candid, sincere persons

I want to keep in myself these virtues

The virtues of a child

Alas, life transforms us all

Ah! But love transforms us all, too

It goes into our heads, like wine

It goes into our hearts, like a burning arrow

Love closes our eyes; it blinds us

We don't know what we're, sometimes

We dream. We dream we're heroes

Still, life persists in making us adults

Life demands that we confront it as it is

Aye! I refuse to become an adult

And thus, I want to go back in time

Find myself in my mother's bosom again

But I can’t elude the present

With its buckets of honey

With its bouquets of thorns

And so, in your arms, my love, in your arms I wish

I wish you were a fairy lady

Who, by the power of your magic wand

Keep us both together, girl and boy forever

In the land of Neverland.