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Love is a thief

For sorrow it steals

Also a nurse

For wounds it can heal

But once it has left

A hole takes it place

And the world, now alone,

Will it leave you to face.

Love is a moon

For it radiates light

But creates not its own

And give enough just for sight.

But once it has set

In the dark you remain

To wait for the sun

And wait for the rain.

Love is a flower

For once it has bloomed

You shall not forget it

For your heart it entombs.

But once it has died

The petals they fall

And you’re left with a stem

Knotted and tall.

Love is a wave

It comes in from sea

Its foam, soothing, envelops,

And will not leave you be.

Also a river, dried from the days

Of sitting in wonder

For once it runs dry

Your life’s thrown asunder.

Love is a storm

Rain readily falls

And lightning may strike

And thunder may call

But if not given a break

It will readily flood

With your mind ‘neath umbrella

And feet caught in the mud.

Embrace it when it arrives

But let it be when it leaves

For only so many tourniquets exist

And blood will not sieve.