What is it?
Is it something I can hold?
An old relic of time?
Is it soft?
Is it rough?
Do I get butterflies flying off my heart?
Love a delicate flower,
An innocent child,
Playful, and energetic.
Soft and warm.
A safe blanket.
Love is easy to fall into
But hard to get out.
It's a deep warm pool
With waterfalls and trees hanging off cliffs.
Something I never want to leave.
Yet the storms bring me inside and pin
Me against the sharpest of rocks.
Love is scary
Love is a storm
Love comes with a price
But it's worth having
Without it we are nothing
But ash blowing in the whisper of the wind. 
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