The Mystery of Love
Mystery of Love
Love elopes me like,the sandstorms of time
It drowns me like the ocean depths
It fills me and i cannot comprehend,is it for a season or just for a time.
People in love do the craziest things,which the natural eye is like foolishness in my sight.
Even i cannot understand,why it is like the trojan virus of our time.
Give me insight,so i might realise,perhaps love is possibly blind
To me it is the vanity of our time,but why people fall into it i keep wondering why.
The mystery of love something i will always find difficult to understand.