Love

Ever wondered about this mystique,

Some hold it, at the end of a lipstick.

Others are way too apprehensive,

Rest a few think it to be masochistic!

I still don’t know about it clearly,

My answers are all maybes, merely!

It’s like the haves and the have-nots;

Like there almost, yet as far as nuts.

What is this elusive thing then,

Did cherry color change to blood-red when?

Is it all about holding hands and frivolity?

Maybe no; it’s a bit of involved divinity.

Two souls vindicating, one existence;

Under a cover of stars with the moon’s persistence.

When just blissful silence solves the mystique;

You know you don’t always have to speak!