Love

Its as beautiful as a butterfly,
But it stings like a bee,
It happens to everyone,
Even you and me.

Its so very fragile,
And should be treated with respect,
The effects it all causes,
You have to choose to except.

To see how long it lasts,
Depends on how much you care,
The bond you’ll share between someone,
Is so very very rare.

If you show a lot of care,
You’ll try hard not to lie,
Because to have it leave,
You would rather die.

For some its very serious,
For some its just a game,
For those who choose to play it,
You’ll be treated just the same.

It might be very painful,
It might be very good,
The way it makes you feel,
It was never understood.

So try not to sweat it,
And hope it will be okay,
For when my true love comes,
That will be my day.