True Love Poem by Jonathan Nowak

Through the eyes of the unknowing
Through the ears of the naive
A vision, a whisper
A feeling so deep

It cannot be seen
For it has no shape
It cannot be heard
For it makes no sound
It cannot be felt
For it has not a form

It makes a strong man weak
And a weak man strong
You'll laugh, you'll cry
You won't even know why

But for all it has not
And for all that it does
You'll only understand it
When you're truly in love