The Mystery of Love
Do the heavens, live far from this hell,
does the Earthfall, for the sun to rise?
Yet too deep for mortal measure,
is the ocean, that's been called your eyes.
Wrest the secret of the ages,
of pyramids and scratches on stone.
One mystery lies beyond solving,
your heart that beats against my own!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2022
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