Elusive Love


 

Just a hint.

A small inkling.

Like a whisper

not quite heard.

Or a soft scent

on the breeze.

I can’t hold

or touch it.

A shadow;

caught in the path

of the sun.

I felt it.

I tasted it.

I’m sure.

Elusive and

Wild

As Trust.

As fleeting

As Time.

Love.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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