Love [1]

What is love, an almost incomprehensible thing
that makes you crazy over somebody,
while you are getting more and more involved
and you see something romantic in all twilights

almost hear her voice in every whispering,
even in images on the other side of sleep,
drinking happiness out of the cups of the gods
as if surrounded by something supernatural

it leads you on new unknown roads
with something unique in every kiss,
forms a unit of you, and I
ecstatically soothes with absolute bliss,
as if nothing can divorce you from each other
and it is a covenant, until the final rest.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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