Misterious Love Poem by Sandra Feldman

Does Love Exist?
Or is it some Londony mist,
That targets the heart and the eyes,
And annoyingly persists,
In fabulating lists,
Of wondrous defies.

Is Love just a Mirage?
A momentary vision,
A delightful apparition,
Of some mental decline,
That thru solitude intertwines,
Catapulting, the heart,
Into Love's devouring shrine,
Do we live to love,
Or need love to live?

I really don't know,
But I think Love exists,
On a level, sublime,
Of immeasurable Bliss,
That cannot be defined,
Where ideally all logic,
Seems to be left behind,
Where Love's blending Tempest,
Takes hold of your Soul,
And you cannot do without,
Your beloved, at all,
And once you know.
You just let yourself be,
Traveling together with Love,
From here to Eternity.