Love

What's in your kiss making me happy?

What's in your kiss making me sad?

Is this the mystery the people call love?

There is a feeling I never knew deep in my heart, deep in my soul.

I miss you if you're gone I want you always here.

Is this the mystery the people call love?

I can't think of a world without you.

I want you to kiss me for happiness.

Is this the mystery the people call love?

A mystery, a feeling, not to discribe.

A word, often used with a secret in it.

People use it for their children, their friends, the family.

But the real meaning has it only if I say:

I love you.

Star Trek and all figures belong to Paramount, the poem is mine.
Copyright 1999 by Karin Sauter