To The Most Delightful Mystery Poem by Aglia Nost

If my appriacition for you was a droplet than the universe would burst open of floods every day.

If my respect for your excuisite excellence was a lie than the world would be too honest a place to live in.

If my thoughts for you could be put into pills than perscriptions, anoraxia and antidepressants would be words genuinly unknown

If the tenderness that I have saved for you among all people could be spread, than there'd be no envy, no crime, no hattred, no potential dead.

If my love for you that you crushed you had thrown from above the Earth, where you sit and watch us suffer than the world, dear, would be a far better place.