Submitted for "Your Favorite # 6" Poetry Contest, Sponsored by Seth Pina. Date written: 06/25/2026
To be loved is to be a wildflower blooming in springtime. How wondrous to be much desired by all the honeybees in the meadow. There's no greater wealth on all of earth. That feeling, that inexplicable feeling is like being all wrapped up in warm satin sheets. Oh, what a thrill it is to be loved, unconditionally. It's like being sung to all at once by the robins of the universe; words can't possibly describe it. Is it crazy to imagine it feels like a walk across heaven's pearly gates? Is it but the loveliest of dreams one would rather die than awake from? Oh, I bet it is. I know this much is true, it's heavenly to be loved by you. Poem of The Day on 03/09/2021
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