Exploring our genesis with poetic word play.

We come from a place of mystery
Where love divine called out to two
Passion would rule, there might be, me and you
Enchantment falls woefully short
To adequately describe what did not abort
The pleasure gifted by that bonded consort
Vows were spoken, vows internalized
Rites of passage made us available to be
Who we would turn out to be
Scripted only in part
By those two loving hearts
That we were to be
A gift only of heaven you see
Life, mystery of mysteries
Vagueness veils how we came to be
Though love, romance
A heavenly dance, made it not pure chance
I'll attempt fathoming no more
Exactly how we entered life's door