Magic of love

One may not know

One cannot know the steps to or the steps to endure or the where after

One cannot know of her face

Her body

Her voice

One may only know of the waiting

While she or her may do the same preponderance of you and I

One can never know the how to get her’s or him’s

It is not the knowing that concerns the magic of love

It is the love itself

How one may be lifted as if wings were raising me to the heavens

Only know this

Uncertainty and there will be no time or mental preparation

Thou shall keep you readied for the devastating beauty with the witchcraft of love