Our love was like a bath bomb.

Sporatic, and full of surprises at every turn.

It was the spark that ignites, bright and luscious at the begining; 

with the endings dark and murky.

Kisses and the softest "I love you"'s pouring from our mouths, our souls, at every moment.

But,

Slowly dying; kisses coming before bed and "I love you"'s said only before the sound of a shutting door.

You see, my love, we were a bath bomb; limited edition.

But the plug has been pulled and all of our colors are fading down the drain.