A MYSTERY OF LOVE
 

For the beauty of you,
has been embedded into me,
just knowing you has changed me,
how, oh how could that be...

the thought of you,
makes me feel so young,
the mention of you,
thrills my heart.

Love is a funny thing,
never to be understood,
can't be explained,
but, just always IS...

tenderness, is what you are,
such a wonderful product of life,
in all the world I know,
not another is close to you...

yet for another day,
I can only remember,
and visualize and dream,
for life holds all the answers,
and the future,
won't be revealed...
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
November 21, 1998