Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


All- Embracing Love


Love is my religion,
Poetry, my priest,
And it is the vision,
Of our earthly peace.

If you Love me always,
Then, I'll be at peace,
But without you, dearest,
Pain will never, cease.

Love is my religion,
Prayers are newly found,
But I am so lonely,
If you're not around.

Love is my religion,
Poetry, my soul,
Music, is completion
Brings together, All

Love, music, creation,
Summit, Elevation,
Purity, doth speak,
Deeply, in my religion,
As Love with emotion,
Reaches with devotion,
Life's most sacred peak.

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/18/2013 4:41:00 AM)

    An attractive title to a reflective poem.
    All your poems touch me and this is no exception. This has deeper connotations. (Report) Reply

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