Love a mystery and a surreal intoxicating finding by history.
It gives and it takes and it shows its versatility always,
Enchantingly frightening love is at times, but soothing and peaceful in all its glory sometimes.
It leaves me quizzical; wondering if it is for real,
There is only one form of love that knows no betrayal,
And that is the love for oneself which I always have found to be ideal,
But if such love ever wears off, peeps out the ugly head of worse possibilities;
But let’s not get all gloomy; because we all do what we can to beat the destiny’s audacities;
If Love for self could be the cause for living;
Then you might see yourself inspiring,
Inspiring all with a contagious willingness to conquer the invincible;
So go for love, maybe by the end of your trail with life you might find this mystery to be palpable!