unveiling

there's a mystery in love. a mystery to be unfound.
this mystery is best kept and kept.
the mystery that breeds heart-twitters, gentle longings,
even a sprinkle of sadness
this mystery is love's stuffing,
the constant pull of the unknown,
the obscure, the untouched.

lovers live and die by this curiosity

but to love truly
is to love beyond the intrigue.
when the known grit and staleness overcome the adventure,
and the puzzles turn over unexciting
the test for the beauty of a heart has begun

to fail the test is easy, expected, understandable.
possibly resulting in more little adventures
full of initial mystery and intrigues
but no true love.

to pass is submerged victory, a whispered calling fulfilled.
resulting in the gradual unveiling of a person - two people.
and true love.