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
Just as I finished writing the words, there was a knock at my door. Michael and Wally wandered in and joined me for breakfast.
The next few days were hell. I could barely walk and Michael had to help me all the time. I was a fast healer though, and was wandering around Michael's house on my own faster than Michael thought possible.
There were books everywhere, shelves and shelves of books. It was a hundred times better than his store. I was hobbling around, marveling at his collection, when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked and found a huge white cat with bright green eyes walking toward me. I hobbled to a near by chair and sat down. It brushed against my leg then hopped into my lap. I started petting it as it began to purr.
That's when I heard Michael behind me.