Love, An Almost Incomprehensible Thing

Love, an almost incomprehensible thing
that makes you frantic about somebody
when you become more and more involved,
see something very romantic in twilight,
even hear her voice in every whispering,
even in images just beyond sleepiness,
tasting joy from the fountain of the gods
as if something totally supernatural

takes you on unknown, adventuring ways
with something unique in every kiss,
that makes a close unit of you and of me
pacifying with some absolute bliss,
as if nothing bad can separate you,
as if it’s a pact to the final rest.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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