Love Is ...

Love is like a flower
It's easy to get burned
You put it on the line
With the hope that love's returned.

It can be beautiful and carefree
It can be lonesome without doubt
It can make you lose your mind 
And lead to famine in a drought. 

It can be the brightest of suns 
Or a stagnant pool of despair
Love may conquer all- or 
Leave you listless there.

It can be so fierce
As planes fly overhead
It can make you hot and bothered
Or fill you with hate instead. 

It can make you bitter
Never wanting to love again
It can rip your heart out
Like a true assassin. 

Love to me is fragile
It's something that you build 
It's like a garden that
At times needs roto-tilled.

Love to me is timeless
It transcends throughout the time
It's a feeling that you feel 
And when it's real everything's aligned.





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