Love of many forms

Love is heart that can become a broken puzzle if torn apart.

Love is a dagger forced into a poor lonely soul that can break you or make you whole.

Love is a game, shame, lame and a name.

Love is a new life and a knife.

Love can be like death, it can give or take your breath.

Love is a sadness, a sorrow.

Love is a new day tomorrow.

Love is distressing, depressing and obsessing.

Love is glory and a never ending story.

Love is a flower that can be weak or be a power.

Love is appealing, a feeling and can be hurtful or healing.

Love is a fire, a burning desire and can be a dirty lier.

Love is a killer and a thriller.

Love is a pill that messes with will.

Love is a flowing river that makes you cold, makes you quiver.

Love is a new door that can be empty or can be more.

Love is a passage way, a new beginning, a bran new day.

Love is the colors black and blue from the bruises from the old that still look new.

Love is a book, a new way to look. Love is pain that can be lost or can gain.

Love is apart of you and me and thats the way it will always be