Love; lives biggest enigma

Love; lives biggest enigma

Sometimes I wonder if,
one day I’ll be happy ever after;

happiness and laughter.
Of just a massive disaster.

I used to think, it was sugar and spice,
but now I look twice,
I now have to realise,
that reality isn’t that nice.

I used to think it was my control,
falling, and choosing the one.
I thought that maybe it would be fun,
but really it’s a game.

You mess with my head,
 and I mess with yours,
and even though we know it,
avoiding feelings at all costs.

But it’s not easy at all,
it’s sometimes like a war
And it is like trying to control,
how life turns out.

It starts and then it goes,
like the way water flows.
Either with a great deal of happiness,
of grief and woes.

It’s like a bitter sweet deadly romance,
something all down to chance.
Any way I wonder sometimes,
why is love an enigma?