Love's Mystery

Love is a mystery,
It flows without direction,
Two souls can have a history,
Riddled with affection,
Or they can just be friends,
Acquaintances for life,
Their love will not extend,
Never to be man and wife.

It comes in different shapes,
And many different sizes,
As people stomp and traipse,
Through love that soon arises,
You simply cannot choose,
Where your love flows,
Someone will light your fuse,
And off the love will go,
To twist and turn around your hearts,
Both beating like a drum,
Off it goes, away it darts,
As you both succumb,
But just as quick,
Without a warning,
Love gives you a kick,
And puts you into mourning.

The house you made,
In each others arms,
Has now decayed,
Without alarm,
Brick by crying brick,
Your love begins to crumble,
You both have grown so sick,
As you slip, fall and tumble,
And just like that,
You fall apart,
It hits you flat,
Inside your heart,
Where hurt resides,
And love is hidden,
Where hate divides
And pain is ridden.

Was that love or simply lust?
It can sometimes be hard to tell,
Until its left behind in dust,
And crawls back into its shell.

#100days - Love