Love is not a victory march for which it's a broken heart that spares the heart from sorrow.
Love is a beautiful disaster that breaks you down from being brought down by a broken heart.
Love is a rose that grows from being loved and loses its pedals from being broken with sorrow.
Love feels sorrow, love feels pain, love feels death for which love is a passionate life form that fills ones life to feel whole which it can cause death from when it's broken.
Love is life for which we're bound to it like a rose to its color.