Love, a thing of beauty it be. And walk on air you do, if ever your soul it rubs upon, with a touch that be as gentle as one of a moon, that smiles full above a Sea so calm.
And a thing of reverie it makes, your days that be as light as dew that rises in the morning, curling itself up as wisps white and bright, up against a field so lush and green.
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Edgar, To love and to hold and with her to forever belong, did my heart yearn for ever so badly. For only in her embrace was peace true to me. The bells of happiness had tolled, its chime my name to call. beautiful story! sad a little. but so musically written!
Love is a spiritual experience that affects us profoundly - a voyage of pure bliss while it lasts. It's also whimsical and temperamental, appearing without notice and may leave without warning. A lovely depiction of love and heartbreak, well articulated and insightfully penned from heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Edgar. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.