They say love is a flower,

Blossoming when ready.

Twirling around,

And around,

Until it is full. 

Until it can’t hide its beauty from the world.

They say love is a rose,

Red like the love between two people,

But with thorns when tested. 

Growing with the wind,

And changing with the sun.

They say love is a tulip,

Where singular petals meet to make a whole. 

Growing in fields and never truly leaving,

Always one step away from falling,

But evolving with the moon. 

Love is not a flower though. 

Flowers are simple.

They only grow at times, 

Never changing, 

Never evolving. 

Flowers wilt and die within a span of days

When cut from their roots,

They decay. 

Their colors go from vibrance to spiritless. 

Their leaves crumple under a lover's touch. 

Love never dies, 

It never wilts, 

It never loses its spirit,

Love stays with you forever. 

Love is a supernova,

Thousands of miles away,

But clear under the right circumstances.

In the dark you see every color, 

It glows brighter than any star,

Even if it’s dying. 

Love is a wildfire, 

Uncontrollable and thrilling, 

Changing with a single breeze.

Unstoppable when given the fuel to burn,

But never burning the lovers. 

Love is a thunderstorm, 

Loud and unpredictable, 

Crashing and swirling, 

Lighting the sky in a chaotic beauty. 

Bringing fear and exhilaration in the same moment,

In the same breath. 

Love is chaos in the calm, 

It is beauty and violence, 

And changes with a single gaze. 

Flowers are predictable,

Flowers do not change. 

Love is burning, 

Falling without a parachute,

And hoping the wind carries you somewhere safe. 

Love is crashing and burning, 

Hoping to come away unscaved.

Loves is carrying a match and gasoline,

Knowing the world will burn with you, 

And hoping for the best,

Hoping that is it worth it, 

And praying to every god, 

You don’t care.