Mysterious love. uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure.
Words of truth penned in days of yore
And still we wonder if it's love.

A sea of sweetness giving birth
Making valid our innermost worth.
A well of torment causing sadness
Worrying the mind, akin to madness.

As the desert covets the rain
We yearn for it, comfort or pain.
None is content to do without
To it's calling we remain devout.

We soar to heaven on its wings
Our hearts renewed, radiantly we sing.
We sink to depths we've never known
Our hearts dejected, love has flown.

Lying flat on our backs we sigh
Our hearts broken we wish to die.
Somehow we know it's not the end
Our hearts, tho sorely crushed, do mend.