To love, be loved,
In ecstasy,
What greater love,
In Life can be?
But never to have loved at all,
Nor heard of Paradise, the call,
A somber life without romance,
Like living in an empty trance,
A solo, sad and tragic dance.
Romantic love is indeed a wonderful thing and sorely missed when it goes, but love is love in all its forms. Although alone, I feel the love of my children and my few friends and I revel in the love I have for them. Love is love.
Greek Gods are always stronger than weak mortals. I admire you for that, Thanks for reading and for your comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah, good love, bad love it all creates expansion we are here to feel i guess love does create feeling' is there an abiding love that never changes? I love loving love and love to lose yucky love...