The Mystery of Love

What is this thing that we call love?

Was it placed in the heart from someone above?

Did it come with my soul when I entered this place?

Is it shown with a smile or a tear on the face?

Or like a seed that we nurture through the years

We give it our warmth and water it with tears

And as the love grows we become dreamers and fools

For the ones who have no love and use different rules

But we carry on, deprived of choice

Unable to deny our inner voice

Some find wisdom and some build a wall

And some just give up and wait for the call

If we follow our path which is pure and is true

Someday you will find me and I will find you

With no more to be asked and our spirits set free

We will know love for it binds you and me

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Unlocking Love: The True Meaning of Life