Love is like a flower,

It grows over time.

It brightens the darkest hour.

Removing whatever is grime.

Love is like a star,

It guides through life’s route.

Its function is quite bizarre,

It shines for a while, then it burns out.

Love is like a light,

It catches one’s eye.

But with nothing to keep it bright,

It will eventually die.

Love is complicated, Love is diverse,

Love can be a blessing, Love can be a curse.