Love is like the warmth of the sun;
Radiating rivers of energy to all growing things.
Sweet joy, childlike hope,
The central source of human existence;
Committed to provide each day.
Love is like candies.
Sugar coated, colourful poisons.
Impractical, unhealthy, and expirable;
The rush of wild satisfaction,
Comes the painful aches, restlessness and regrets.
Love is like the sky.
Open and vast, deep and wide.
It envelopes you into its magical height.
A surprise rainbow after the storm;
A convenant of unconditional giving.
Love is like a dream.
Untouchable, uncontrollable, non-existent.
A reminiscent of the past,
But no guarantee of the future.
An ending nobody can foresee.
