Love Is A Mystery
Love is a mystery.
You’ll never know when it will come to you or I.
Love can happen at the catch of an eye.
It might happen.
It might not happen.
Who knows who their love will be?
It surely isn’t me.
Love is a mystery.
Love Is A Mystery
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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