The Mystery of mysteries

You feel drowsy,
You feel dreamy,
You fell bedazzled with mystery.

You smell the aroma,
You smell the sweetness,
You smell the fragrance of a potent potion.

You seem floating,
You seem drunk,
You seem poisoned by something.

You faintly see white misty clouds,
You doubtfully see small little hearts,
You clearly see you're under a spell.

You realise you are falling,
You realise you are sinking,
You realisw you are plunging deeper down.

You smile unconsciously,
You sigh without reason,
you cry uncontrollably,
You hum without season.

What is that magnificient mystery?
What is in that potent potion?
What is so poisonous, that little something?
What is the secret to that spectacular spell?

There is no answer,
There is no cure,
There is no explanation...
To falling in love.

published in youth2, 6 Oct 2004