How Love Feels Poem by Mary Champion

Like coming home,
somewhere you belong,
where you have always belonged.
It is where you came from
and where you are destined to be.
Love is not known by the mind,
nor recognised by sight.
It is simply felt by the heart.

Like perfect peace,
the end of the fight.
Lost in sublime surrender,
free of doubt and regret,
this is your own Goldilocks Zone,
where everything feels just right,
perfect bliss forever
in its rapturous arms.