Love is one of.
The many mysteries.
Of the universe.
For we begin as friends.
Before becoming sweethearts.
One might ask.
Why do you love.
This wonderful person?
You could recite.
A lengthy list.
And it wouldn't answer the query.
However there is no.
Rythm nor reason.
For the love felt.
But I would not waste time.
For love can readily vanish.