THE MYSTERY OF LOVE
From the first day i set my eyes on you;
little did I kown how important you will be to me
I thought you were just another person passing through
but now i know that you are a God - sent to rescue me
love , they say, is in the air.
but i say love is like a butterfly
if love is in the air , why is it so rare?
love can be disguised , it only grows in the nighty- like a firefly.
love they say is sweet
if love is sweet as they say, why does it upset ?
why does it present itself in such a manner so discrete?
Many are those who have been wounded and hurt .
But now i know that lovehas more to offer than just pleasure,
Even in the mist of pain , there is joy; for my love for you has no measure