In this world where hearts collide,
Love hovers with secrets to confide.
Yet, it evades, slipping away,
Leaving behind whispers of dismay.

A dance of emotions, a delicate art,
Love teases, playing a tricky part.
With every excuse, it slips through the net,
Leaving emptiness, a void to be met.

Fear not, love's currency is not gold,
It's the moments shared, the stories untold.
Bank balance may dwindle, money may dry,
But, love can flourish, taking us high.

Love isn't riches, nor worldly wealth,
But the bond we share, the joy and stealth.
In laughter, in tears, in each precious touch,
Love finds a way, it never asks for much.

When love eludes, with excuses and schemes,
Remember, it's not about money and means.
For love is abundant, in every heartbeat,
Bank balance may fade, but love's love is complete.
© V.G