You inhabit me, you know,
As if we were one,
Thoughts of you surround me,
Never done.
Love is like that,
It's beginning without end,
It's the deepest ever feeling,
That we have for one another,
Upon which our lives depend.
Brava! Sandra... this poem sums up the wonder of love in a most lovely way.
I am going to disagree a little with my fellow commenters here.. If we do not believe in the power of love to last long, it may never do.. One may not love the same person forever (there can always be hindrances) , but that does not stop one to love the very idea of LOVE.. I prefer to be in love with Love.. And that can be beautiful, just like this poem.. Thank you for sharing Sandra.
I'm kinda with Mr. Agape on this one. May be I am just jaded. Power to those who experience and keep this.
here today gone tomorrow our devotions result in sorrows i give up, I'm going for brotherly love for everybody and sangria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Upon which our lives depend - And what a wonderful dependence that is: it summons trust, caring, gratitude, involvement, gentleness - so many kindred feelings are crowding the edges of your poem chanting, We belong here too, let us in!