Love is bliss.
Like sugar, sweet and pure,
but you may soon become dependent.
Love is hidden.
Like a waterfall, secluded and peaceful,
but it may soon dry up.
Love is addictive.
Like a drug, rare and powerful,
but you may soon overdose.
Love is pain.
Like a cut, torture and addictive,
but you may soon bleed out.
Love is toxic.
Like poison, inconspicuous and deadly,
but it may soon kill you.
Love is temporary.
Like a fall, quick and regretted,
but you’ll always hit the ground.
4 March 2019
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Really "loving" this pattern of three line stanzas and all the different descriptions of love. I hope nobody hits the ground with too much force!
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