I can’t seem to understand,the mysteries of life.
But then again,
If I understood them,
would they still be mysteries?
Love is a mystery to our souls.
We know what it is,
How it feels,
but can’t truly explain it with words
Love is a mystery meant to remain like so
Just like the rose:
a flower with thorns
whose beauty is meant to be appreciated
rather than be pondered upon
that I usually appreciate the most
that which I have fully understood.
Written by: L.L.