It is a mystery why I fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens to me. It is a mystery when it comes my way. It is a mystery why my love grows and it is a mystery why my love fails.
Sometimes, hopefully at least once in my life-the gift of love will come to me in full flower. This is the dream I want and to take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexperssible beauty. More often, it will come and take hold of me, celebrate in me for a brief moment, then it will move on.
When this happen