The Mystery Of Love

Love hides when you call its name
Like a shadow in a fleeting flame
You chase the wind but it's never near
A quiet echo you can't quite hear
Then one day you just let it go
No map no plan just the ebb and flow
And love walks in like it owns the room
A rose in bloom where there was no perfume
What kind of magic what kind of spell
Does love have secrets it won't ever tell
It plays the trickster it bends the light
Disappears at dawn but shows up at night
You set the table you wait all day
But love's not coming it's lost its way
Then when your guard is down it sneaks
Whispering truths you didn't seek
It's a puzzle with no final piece
A restless tide that never finds peace
It's wild it's free it's unrestrained
A summer storm a sudden rain
What kind of magic what kind of spell
Does love have secrets it won't ever tell
It plays the trickster it bends the light
Disappears at dawn but shows up at night
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