Love is a brittle thing
A fragile thing

If its payed attention to
And allowed to grow
It becomes a beautiful thing

But still fragile
It can still be crushed
And shattered

If exploited, it cracks
That crack can be mended
But it can also spread
Until it breaks

But if the right person
Comes sometime later
They can put it back together
Like a puzzle

Sometimes the puzzle
Has many pieces
And takes a while
To put together

But the finished product
Is equally as beautiful
If not more so
As how it began