Love Is Bliss

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.