Mystical Unknown

your eyes: they dance to an unknown your heart: it skips to a mystery. Love, ‘tis a pinnacle unseen, unheard an artifact, long-since buried years of…dust? uncovered by the best only. Its hatred of lonli- ness relinquished to the worst. But, you do not care and i do not care, maybe, just maybe, that is why love is a mystical unknown.