The Mystery Of Love Poem by Milica Lilic

Unreservedly

And irrevocably do I say:

I declare you a pathological side effect

Of my insomnia.

You flee

And I flee

You cannot and will not escape -

We are here.

In the order of things with no sense

You are the essence,

The mystery of love obssesion me

Steep is the shore of the Soul

I am a restless universe

You are everything I did not perceive in myself.

Through you do I fall into time?

You throw threads to me one by one

To gently weave the shroud.