Love is a river.
It eventually tires you.
Love is an ocean,
It eventually drowns you.
Love can be anything.

It is fleeting,
It is wonderful.
It can be shallow, like a puddle,
Or deep, like a lake.
Either way, it can find a way to kill you.

This emotion is both a nuisance
And an adventure.
Love as deep as an ocean will take you under,
And you will never see it coming,
Nor will you care, if it means
Your loved one is there.

Love as shallow as a puddle can’t kill you,
But then that won’t be called love,
Only lust.

It is both a life saver and a murderer.
When used right, you feel happy, light hearted,
And unbeknownst to you, you are saved.
When used as a weapon, you are unconsciously,
Murdered, yet still alive.

Only love can do that.