It is the feeling of
sadness and longing.
It is the happiness
and surely a blessing.
It is so meaningless
just like a rhyme.
Again too meaningful,
it is our prime.
It is like the dream
but too real.
It is like the wound
that never seems to heal.
Full of pain,
yet, too serene.
It is very simple
but hard to explain.
It might be the reality
that we will fall apart.
But it is the truth
I love you from my heart.
infinite love.. so hard to define .. yet your description is very fine
real feeling..can not explain without falling in love dear Sanjida.
soul know mind too heart suspect leave heart alone give it away...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I absolutely adore this poem, I added it to my favorites, so so true! ! ! ! love it love love it! ! it is THE definition of love, you should mail Webster's!