In the realm of love, mysteries reside,
It isn't known when or with whom it'll collide.
A heart and soul, a house with no door,
Yearning for a love it's never felt before.

Like a secret garden, hidden and unknown,
Love may blossom when least expected, not shown.
Through the corridors of time, it quietly roams,
Seeking a soulmate, with whom it will be known.

Though the entryway may be invisible, dear,
Love's arrival is bound to be crystal clear.
It'll knock on your heart, gently...