The Mystery of Love
(for Ado and Letlet Vijandre)
By Apolinario Villalobos
Why is it that when love beckons
Nothing can block the way
Not even sleet or rain
Or even storm that’s raging?
Why is it they say that love is blind
But for the struck, what’s drab
Becomes flushed, ruddy –
He even perceives ecstasy?
Love conquers all, they say
And, it can make one a pauper, too
For nothing is far greater than love
Not even dazzling heaps of gold
Or, big hunks of tough diamond.
Yes, it is a mystery, how this feeling
That makes the heart pound wildly
Can cause people in love to meld –
United until eternity.