The whole of life’s
a mystery,
who’s source is from above.

It takes on forms
beyond belief,
yet it’s building block is love.

You can not prove
to anyone,
that this belief is really so.

It’s just a feeling from
deep within,
that you’ve slowly come to know.

And when your asked, where
did you get,
this knowledge, so sublime?

All one can say, is it
will come your way,
if you wait, and give it time.

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