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