Mystery of Love

Mystery of Love

Written: © Maxima

When outside light arrived at the bridge
Fireflies did not follow my journey.
Distance of only gray
I saw the fog

In the port, as
The last ship arrived.
What does the sun’s green grass,
It’s dear to me,

Mean to you?
Birds soared, on the
Threshold with morning
And with it came my dream.

You were the pride
You were my heart.
Now, the secreted secret within it ripens…
Why I stay true to my dream, and
From leaving loving you.