A Mystery

I can never stop loving you - that's the problem! Not in Summer, not in Winter, Not in Sun, not in Snow, Never! Many many months ago, many many years ago, Blossomed a feeling, and the feeling grew, Without any reason. It just grew and grew - nobody knew Until one day it shocked its owners! What do I do with this feeling? It does not leave me, although it should, It does not allow me to rest, although I need rest. So, I am handing it to you, and let you know the existence of an inexplicable, irresistible, mystery in my soul, in my happiness, in my sorrow, in my woe. I can not stop.