Exploring Love Poem by Sandra Feldman

Can Love ever be, fully explained?
In each of us different,
And yet, much the same,
Intensity, passion,
Varies at times,
But we all feel excitement,
As love in us climbs.

Those dearly beloved,
To have and to hold,
In Truth, overwhelming,
So precious, so bold,
The touch of hands meeting
As if they were gold,
And passion, real passion,
As never been told.

The excitement, the throbbing,
When loved one appears,
The flow, overwhelming
Of love as they near,
A tempest, explosion,
As lips hardly touch,
You don't need more magic,
To tell you it's Love.