Feeling loved in soul,
like a caressing breeze,
in springtime in bloom
with love that begins.
Feeling loved by praying
with fervour in each sigh,
in communion with the universe,
a pure and true love.
Feeling loved on earth and in heaven,
in the magic of every instant,
where love becomes eternal
and the soul finds its lover.
To feel loved by stealing poetry,
stealing verses from the wind,
entangled in the melancholy
of a love that is eternal.
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