I don’t know of anything that feels better then that. Well, apart from receiving that feeling from someone else. Or mor specifically someone else you know truly cares for you.
Not sure if I’ve felt anything close to that yet.
PAINTING OF A COASTAL TOWN
No passion here,
No color squandered; space is bound
By a north light harshly shed
On the gaunt rocks,
On the rigid house of the windy town where I was bred.
A black-backed gull
Stabs his triangular note
Through the sky’s washed sadness;
His wings beat at my throat
With a rush of gladness
And the austere monotone
Of the background answers to me,
Answers and is my own
With all the strength my life has ever known:
The shoreline’s rib,
The rippled, muscular seas,
These — only these.