I can’t seem to understand,the mysteries of life.

But then again,

If I understood them,

would they still be mysteries?

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For instance…

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Love is a mystery to our souls.

We know what it is,

How it feels,

but can’t truly explain it with words

Because ultimately

Love is a mystery meant to remain like so

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.

Just like the rose:
a flower with thorns

whose beauty is meant to be appreciated

rather than be pondered upon
except…
that I usually appreciate the most

that which I have fully understood.

Written by: L.L.

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