Sandra Feldman


Loving You


The joy of being with you,
That is what True Love is,
No words or useless chatter,
Are needed to feel this:
A flight towards all Eternity,
A breath of perfumed bliss,
An amorous wind, embracing,
The fulfillment of a kiss.
All This you are to me and More,
My life, my heart, my very soul,
Before we were together,
Did I exist at All?

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/21/2013 10:22:00 AM)

    'The joy of being with you,
    That is what True Love is, '
    Yes, being together itself is a matter of joy, celebration.
    'Before we were together,
    Did I exist at All? '
    The question comes from deep love.
    I agree with Valerie Dohren, it's a 'sparkling gem'! (Report) Reply

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