Love is like a
butterfly that soars on fragile wings.
So delicate and lovely , as the pleasure that it brings.
If you try to catch it , it gently flys away,
And leaves behind an empty heart that dreams of it each day.
Love is like a flower blooming in the sun ,
Growing there for all to see, belonging to no one.
If you dare to pick it , it withers and it dies.
And leaves behind a broken heart that cannot help but cry.
Love is like a rainbow ,colorful and bright.
Promising a pot of gold thats hidden from your sight.
If you run toward it..it slowly fades from view
And leaves behind a shattered heart and memories of you.
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