Marvellous Mystery
Love is a marvellous mystery.
You cannot touch it.
Cannot see it.
Yet it's everything.
Try to speak it.
Yet it does not resembles the feeling.
Try to draw it.
Yet it does come close to the experience.
Try to grab it.
Yet it is always a fleeting moment away from you.
Love is
the painters brush,
the writers pen,
the lovers gaze.
Love is
more than heart.
Love is
body, mind and soul.
Love is
the memories that arise
while reading these lines.
Everywhere, yet nowhere.
Everything, yet nothing.
Marvellous.
Mystery.
