Mystery

You cannot tell your heart whom it should love.
It will choose whom it will and there will be no sense to make of it.

You can attempt to analyze its leanings, its yearnings, even its reasoning.

You can spend years questioning why it loves the way it does,
Powerfully
Tenderly
Faithfully
…foolishly…

But no satisfactory answer will come.
Who can say?
Why it is that,

A glimpse of their face,
Is a gift to hungry eyes;
Eyes that are never sated.

What causes hidden
Unquenchable.
Coals,

Glowing beneath lifeless ash,
To spring to life?

Just one word
From their mouth.
Comes to you
Delivered by
Gentle breath
Cradled within
the sound of their voice,

resonating in your ears,
causing subtle thunderous vibrations
in your heart.

Flames leap!
They dance again!
Radiant warmth floods into lifeless limbs.

You are alive!
Once more.

Miracle and Mystery.

A beautiful
Sorrowful
Painful
Joyful

Mystery.

You cannot tell your heart whom it should love.
It will choose whom it will and there will be no sense to make of it.

Alma Jean Pérez