Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


What Words Can Do


They read each others verses,
And dreamt the same sweet dreams,
They didn't know each other,
Only through words, it seems,
And yet a Love had flourished,
That crossed, personal lines,
A Love that made their hearts beat,
Not once, but many times,
A Love born from abstraction,
A Love they idealized,
The purest Love that ever,
Two Souls had realized.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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  • Lyn Paul (2/26/2014 6:43:00 PM)

    Wonderful Words Sandra how such a connection can be made through expressing our feelings. Just looking at the comments written by Valerie and Geetha and sharing your words. I feel I know all of you and respect and admire you all. Thank You. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (2/26/2014 10:47:00 AM)

    Sounds like an Internet romance, maybe even a Poemhunter one - who can they be, I wonder. Maybe its you and........? Sandra. Love this little verse, very sweet. . (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/25/2014 2:29:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. Very true said words can do a lot.
    The purest Love that ever,
    Two Souls had realized.
    Only if the words were pure.
    Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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