Love is enigmatic

Love must be so pliant ,
like a blade of grass,

Bowing to the gusty wind,
till the storm has passed.

Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.

Waiting for an answer,
Nothing is on file.

Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.

Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be
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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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One Response to Love is enigmatic

  1. Bushka says:

    Elusive as much as being Enigmatic. 😉

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