For Terry My Love Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Being in love captivates not only
the heart but steals the soul.
The owner feels immobilized, motionless,
with the beauty of their lover.

The mind is possessed to staggering
heights. It can not function normally.
It wonders on plains of peace, soft
caresses, and a rich song soaring joy.

I have found such a love.
No words are sufficient to express
what I feel radiant within.


To be loved so, is the most precious
gift, any person can give to another.
No priceless earthly object can compare.

To go about your day, feeling this
deep still love, is the most fabulous
emotion ever gifted freely to me.

This can only be found, between two
souls, who fit like an intricate puzzle.
Perfectly.



Being in love captivates not only
the heart but steals the soul.
The owner feels immobilized, motionless,
with the beauty of their lover.

The mind is possessed to staggering
heights. It can not function normally.
It wonders on plains of peace, soft
caresses, and a rich song soaring joy.

I have found such a love.
No words are sufficient to express
what I feel radiant within.


To be loved so, is the most precious
gift, any person can give to another.
No priceless earthly object can compare.

To go about your day, feeling this
deep still love, is the most fabulous
emotion ever gifted freely to me.

This can only be found, between two
souls, who fit like an intricate puzzle.
Perfectly.


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