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Love Is A Mystery to me
Love can be a cruel, demanding master
While at the same time be a delicious delight
Can shatter one’s heart as if twas fragile alabaster
evoke sensuous pleasure or vicious bite
A thing you can’t see, or in your hand hold
Can make your heart race, or come to a stop
A forceful phantasm, which one can’t control
Can make spirits soar, can cause tears to drop
Can make you say things, you should not say out loud
Can make you say things, to whom you should not
Can embarrass you deeply, or make you feel proud
Unleash your emotions, or tie your heart in a knot
Love has the power to make you do things
Nonsensical, idiotic or brash
Love has the power to give one’s heart wings
Or to plunge into despair with a crash
All suffer from it, everyone is susceptible
No one’s above it, love’s impossible to deny
At some given time, everyone is vulnerable
The only release from love is to die
Love’s an emotion without any boundary
Love is a force with which to be reckoned
From the love for one’s country
To the love for one’s children…
Love is a mystery to me.
poem
by
David Whalen
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