If all I loved is lost
would it be nothing in nowhere
and is it endless.
Would I be famished
or does love’s mysteries
in souls just grow.
I asked what is a heart
when you fear
it’s beating drum.
Sorrow stayed
while yesterday is gone.
She has not lived
if she has not felt.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“Nobody is mysteriously mysterious. To be mysterious all it takes is hard work, misdirection, and a fog machine.” ….Jarod Kintz
itsallintheviewwithestee 
A powerful statement on love!