A Mystery

Nothing I say comes out right

I get tongue-tied when he smiles

I stutter with the sound of his voice

What secrets does he have to stun me like this?

All those nights we stay up

Having conversations 'bout nothing till midnight

I smile thinking of this feeling

A love foreseen with a bird's eye view

But is this real? Worth the fight?

Or just a silly puppy love this is?

Been a slave of my curiosity and desire?

Or a true warrior of love am I?

I'm dazed and confused

Oh Love ! Why are you a mystery?

-Kathleen L. Burlas