Love is like

Love is like an empty piece of paper,
It's up to you what happens.
But like paper it rips easily,
Shatters your world of glass.

And love is like a flower,
So beautiful and joyful.
Another way love is like a flower,
Is that it always seems to die too fast.

Love is like an empty room,
It needs to be filled.
But when it get too full,
Some things start to dissapear.

And love is like a piece of string,
Long and ongoing.
But just like string,
It always has an end.