Let me glorify the mystery of you,
Every time a key allows me past the lock.
When I met you, instantly I knew,
This was not by chance, not random luck.
The electric shock your hand blazed through to mine
Turned out to be salvation, pure and simple.
This touch stopped the concept of my time.
This gesture stayed a mighty symbol.
Your eyes set mine on fire, left me blinded.
Though, mercifully, you let me live and breathe.
The fire burned, and love ignited
Through my heart, above, and underneath.
The story only then began to unfold.
Ahead of us were highs and lows abundant.
The fire blazed, never to get old.
For love to reign supreme, triumphant.
Though this fire seemed obvious, transparent,
Mystery was not underestimated.
That blindness – actually a merit.
Small discoveries – celebrated.