My heart loves you
without my permission.
I sense that my heart has a lover.
My heart keeps secrets.
I sense it very often.
My heart loses itself in deep silence.
Then I know my heart loves
the one whom I do not know.
(This is a spiritual sense. Very often i sense that my being goes out of me to love God)
(Graphic: Ileana Rosenberg Popovici saved to Night in Days and Nights. Pinterest)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful as always dear Tony! 10 +++