| How can one write on the topic of love when love itself is a mystery time passes people come and people go but love love touches the soul it kicks the butterflies deep down inside into a fluttering frenzy it boggles the mind so much so that ones judgment may get clouded love is the reason for life (or so they say) it soars to the heavens and sails the seven seas yet love itself is a mystery 1-5-03 |