Who’d have thought this is how the pieces fit
You and I shouldn’t even try making sense of it
I forgot how we ever came this far
I believe we had reasons but I don’t know where they are
So blame it on my heart’ oh
Love moves in mysterious ways
It’s always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I’ll love you for the rest of my days
But still it’s a mystery
of how you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mysterious ways
Heaven knows love is just a chance we take
We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith
So hold me close never ever let me go
Even though we think we know which way the river flows
That’s not the way love goes’ no
Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one
But I’ll never understand the way it’s done’ oh
"Love moves… in mysterious ways…. "
well well well….. what a nice song!! hmp!!
love is a mystery?? right? it’s sounds familiar!! hmp!!! well i guess from the song itself it implies how really mysterious love is. Love is blind right? Because if you love someone whether he/ she is ugly, or what but the most important is you really love that certain person.
From Shakespeare’s The Merchant Of Venice.
JESSICA: Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad ’tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much ashamed of my exchange:
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
From Shakespeare’s The Merchant Of Venice.
JESSICA: Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad ’tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much ashamed of my exchange:
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy. The mystery of what attracts one person to another will be forever obscure. Not only is love blind, people like to be blind while they are in love. That’s why they close their eyes when they think of their love and often during lovemaking. Love courts darkness perpetually. Love’s habitat is the dark: dark corners, dark bars, dark alleys, dark rooms, the night itself. Even the most brazen porn depends on effectiveness for dim lighting.
Darkness is necessary for shaping the lover into the fullness of one’s fantasy. In the dark one can stretch one’s lover and bend her into the shapes of one’s love. How many loves were ruined by a sudden beam of light, by the involuntary flicking of a switch or by a policeman’s flashlight? Love also depends on darkness for keeping away the so-called “real world” for which lovers have no use. So that’s what love really is. It’s a mystery but people like it when its TRUE!!
so LOVE wisely!!!! good luck!!
