Love Is

Love is like a piece of string
with neither start not end
always overlapping a living moving thing.

And love is just like magic
a cavalcade of dreams
an animation, between two human beings.

But love without commitment
is like a ship without a sail
travelling 'round in circles on a neverending rail.

Summer is like winter, or Autumn like Spring
a bubble in the ocean
all separately, not meaning anything.