Relationships are like paper,

The beauty is in the folds,

But if the paper is left to entropy,

The soul loses all shape and mold,

Because I Love you I crease with care,

As every memory pass,

for through the months and years we spend,

Any day could be our last,

Because I love you I spend,

We may fight along the way,

It'll all be okay,

Because a relationship without fights,

is a relationship with secrets,

Because I love you I fight.