Blessed it be the mystery of love..

not to be solved -broken down or tamed..

Love has no name – it beats to its’ own game..

I lived for this endless wonder

Thrived in its’ unspeakable beauty

grew by the sounds of love

until I never knew this kind of blue that it possessed..

my world went silent

sharpest quiet cut me down until

my ears could no longer hear

My heart could no longer bear..

Yet I’ll always care for this lovely game of love that causes such despair..

Cursed it be the mystery of love..