Love continues to be a mystery

Oh, will wonders ever cease? 

Blessed be the mystery of love

The title of this song says everything about the ephemeral, transitory landscape of love— it's mystery. 

Sometimes love is the colour of seafoam; while sometimes, it's the reddish brown of rust. You never know the flavours of love. 

There are days, when love is a spongy-soft marshmallow. Perhaps, you hate sweet things, but love has a sweet tooth. Some days, love loses itself in between sentences, pulling the halt closer. While other days, love turns itself into a stranger you'd never want to know. 

If fate smiles back at you, love will find its heart in semicolons;

but at times, love will be a machine, with loose screws, susceptible to short circuits. 

Oh, to see without my eyes 

The first time that you kissed me

This song comes with the face of your lover. It comes with a reminder about the first time they kissed you, your cheeks were raspberry pink clouds. It speaks about the first time they held your hand, fingers entwined like a solved puzzle. It reminds you of your breath cycling left and right, whenever your name touches their lips. It sings about their eyes on yours, like the sun staining it's rays on the eyes of the moon. This song is about the museum of your love, it has paintings of you and your lover as remnants and souvenirs. 

Now I'm prone to misery 

The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me

Mystery of love takes you on a long walk with the memories of the person you love, or once loved.  It tells you about the smiles and happiness knitted together, before losing the needle to keep entering your heart into theirs. It tells you about the garden of love you're going to visit together, with infinite sunflowers facing towards both of you instead the sun and butterflies kicking stomachs. 

How much sorrow can I take? 

Blackbird on my shoulder 

This song reminds you of the cocoa beans of reasons you fell for them, and keeps reminding you of the reasons you should live a little longer together, for you need to  taste the chocolates you'll make with each other. This song also tells you how it feels if you don't. 

And what difference does it make

When this love is over? 

Mystery of love tells you to relive each moment with your lover to give it an opportunity to become a memory. It's a boy wondering if the conversation of love is worth continuing while there's an inevitable pause in the middle. It's a boy wondering, if love is a mug of coffee worth burning your tongue. Mystery of love tells him that it is.

This song tells you that love is worth all the pain, wounds and bandages. 

Hold your hands upon my head

'Til I breathe my last breath