Love is an elusive enigma
In a world full of drama.
It cannot he explained to a cynic
It cannot be cured in a clinic.
Its sharing warmth sitting close on a park bench,
Its lovers holding hands in a cold trench.
Knowing what you share without words spoken,
Sharing your last dime to buy a love token.
But its still elusive like sand slipping through fingers
The harder you try to hold it the less it lingers.