A thing called love
ever changing
so many things
to so many people
crumbs of it
followed
to
the main meal
feasting of it
eating a paltry portion
in the midst of
one lit candle
one last rose
a word describes its many
faces
and shades of color
what is it?
what is it not?
metaphor
figure of speech
love is war
love is peace
consumed by love
cold feet
you win some
you lose some
house of cards
collapsing
fun of the chase
scoring points
dating game
love is a journey
walking to the crossroads
alone
hand in hand
lovesick
made for each other
soulmates
we think so much of
love
reminiscing
lost love
we never forget
young love
through time
maturing
evolving
changing
if it survives
beyond time
to the end of time
beginning love
possessive love
jealous love
romance
courtship
break up
make up
engagement
bouquet of flowers
box of chocolates
losing your head
first love
remembrance
the apple of my eye
you are my everything
I can’t live without you
learning love
letting go of love
taking the plunge
marriage
blanket of ghosts
divorce
blanket of love
blanket of hope
meant to be
last love
in memorandum
the life we have now
was a life we needed
the universe
bequeaths
all
we are
never lost
the illusion appears
when
we feel abandoned
like small children
by love
when we deal
with things in life
with love
instead of hate
life gets better
