I haven’t got the time to waste
With memories that linger close enough to taste
Thought I often replay those memories of our past
Our love still crumbled from all the stones that were cast
I’ve got to let you know
Love is a mystery to me
Sleeping beside me in my bed of misery
You can’t touch what you can’t see
Like the red orange sunset slipping into the deep ocean
We strangled those moments with meaningless emotion
You can tell by the lines on my wind burned face
The love lost produced scars no one can replace
I got to make you see
Love is a mystery to me
Hiding in its reverie
Playing with my a heart a tragedy
Love is a mystery to me
It’s like I never came in from the pouring rain
Feeding sorrow through the seasons of my pain
My mind, my soul still in a rage
Like thunder trapped in a cage
I got to let you know
Love is a mystery to me
A testimony of a hundred lies
Not listening to my hearts replies
Love is a mystery to me
An unlearned lesson in history
Making me too blind to see
Love is a mystery to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is so immense, so powerful it can even bee frightening and yes a mystery. Yet love is all that really matters and so we keep on trying to understand. This is a wonderful poem which touches on that compelling need to try. Thanks Alfred