When love comes around, it dances in play,  
A game of hide and seek, in bright hues of gray.  
It whispers in shadows, a fleeting embrace,  
Yet slips through your fingers, a delicate trace.  

Like lightning in summer, it sparks with a glow,  
But often it vanishes, a soft, gentle woe.  
In laughter it lingers, in silence it dwells,  
A mystery wrapped in unspoken spells.  

You chase after dreams that shimmer like stars,  
But love’s gentle touch is behind fragile bars.  
It teases the heart with its intricate game,  
A puzzle of feelings, always the same.  

Though you may not hold it, and you cannot see,  
In the depths of your spirit, it's wild and it's free.  
So when love comes around, let it spin you about,  
For in its sweet journey, there's no room for doubt.