The mystery that is you
Tries to solve
The mystery that is me
But we are both left boggled
For our mysteries involve lives
That we know nothing of
And refuse to open up about
What is the point?
What is the end result?
I know its not over
Call me crazy
But there has to be something
Deeper there
Something so much
More than lust
But definitely not love...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A great start with a great mystery. Thanks