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 poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a mystery in all its forms. Nice poem Ms.Sandra Full*****