Elusive Enigma


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.