<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Is This Love?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Is This Love? <br>What can it mean? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Every time I meet her <br>I take her by the hand.<br>In my arms in my thoughts<br>I hold her, comfort her, <br>a million times a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The words ‘I love you’ are words <br>that to her I repeatedly must say.<br>When I am with her I am swallowed <br>within the haunting, sea green depths, <br>of her bewitching heart devouring eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart my soul within me, my God <br>above me, tell me our lives, eternally are tied. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sun shinning upon her golden hair, <br>the wind softly caressing, the features of her face; <br>the loving touch of her gentle fingers, <br>the feel of her lips, her skin, all cause my heart to race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul soars exalted, far above enraptured me, <br>I dream yet breathe, the surging river of her love; <br>With her breath, her unspoken words, she guides me, <br>time mystical electrical, I breathe yet breathe not, the opium of her love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My heart is sealed like a scented letter <br>with the magic of a blood red melted wax; <br>within sacred words are nobly scripted <br>with my inherent honour code, I attest to every martyred fact; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">within my heart, without you, I cannot lie, <br>I but die, the cruel death of abandonment, a million gutted times a day.<br>One day carved in stone, upon my tombstone; <br>these words in gold leaf; you could truly say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To Louise with love.<br> Like countless lifetimes <br> spent I looking for thee.<br> Coming to you was like <br> climbing. To the sun.<br> Your soul has walked with me, <br> in the best, in all my ways.<br> Alone I was lost.... (22-37) 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And of all women<br> I do confess<br> Of them all<br> I love... thee best. (45-48) 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br>1 Quoted from “In Search Of Starlit love” by Terence George Craddock, written in October 1987.<br>2 Quoted from “Look Across Time” by Terence George Craddock, written in September 1983 and September 1984.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527408" data-title="What Is This Love? de Terence George Craddock" data-description="What Is This Love? What can it mean? Every time I meet her I take her by the hand. In my arms in my thoughts I hold her, comfort her, a million times a day. The words ‘I love you’ are words that to her I repeatedly must say. When I am ..."></div> </div> </div>

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