What is love,
An unattainable dream
Of perfection.
Where happiness
Is a conception
Of fulfillment
Without a doubt,
When the touch
Of another's hand
Their look
And their 'all about'
Send a thrilling
Sensation
Of heavenly
Whereabouts,
And Paradise
Opens doors
Of perfect happiness
That no one
Even dared
Imagine,
Life,
Could Ever
Be about.
This is a wonderful and perfect piece...... thanks for sharing.......
Love is a mystery in all its forms. Nice poem Ms.Sandra Full*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra I totally agree with Asim