Love

Love is a moving target.
It sneaks away and hides.
It jumps out at you when you least expect it.
It walks out and slams the door behind it only to come crawling back.
It dies then becomes a ghost to haunt you.
It doesn't stop making demands.
It never takes a straight path anywhere.
It is definitely a dance.
It's never a slam dunk.
It's a game of tag between lovers.
It's a bumpy ride, often on a roller coaster.
It's a moving target.