It is often with us in our life
And can be there in many ways,
But never completely understood.
It can be in music
Where we are pulled into a piece,
But don’t know why,
But need to hear it again
To ensure we weren’t mistaken.
It is in words on a page,
That need reading again,
And maybe again.
It is that painting
That has no form,
But draws you into it,
You just have to keep looking.
In many facets of our lives
It is there,
And always will be.
That is why intrigue
Is so intriguing.