Love is like a wildflower
And like the cold nights of the summer
It is like the morning dew
That freshens the day with the thoughts of you
Love is like the falling leaves
Everytime they fall, it makes us believe
That the memories of you will always stay
And somehow tomorrow is yet another day
Love is like a deep blue ocean
A wonderful sight that can never be forgotten
The wind and the leaves call out your name
And it truly sets my heart on a flame
Love is like the clouds in the sky
It is as free as solitary birds that fly
The love I feel continues to grow
Like the stream of water that will forever flow
Love is as perfect as a tear
Doesn't really matter if you're far or near
It is like a child's laughter
The music it brings will stay forever
Love is like the stars at night
Make my darkest moments seem so bright
It is like the moon that shines
It would never fail even at sad times
Love is like a work of art
It's the memory of the time when we fell apart
It isn't important what they mean
What matters is how they make me feel
Love is like watching the sunset
It will always bring a feeling of content
As the sun eventually reaches the horizon
Like love itself leads us to confusion
Love is like a melody
It evokes so much memory
It is like the Christmas Eve
It is sad, it is lonely, it makes me grieve
Love is like the mountain
When you're on top, it feels like heaven
But we all know whatever you do
You must go back down and be the old you
Love is like the vast open field
Everything just goes with the wind
The space gives us no boundaries
It gives you freedom to give into your worries
Love is like a scenery outside the car window
It passes by your eyes and you would never know
It's like traveling through a bullet train
Seeing places that in our hearts will remain
Love is like poetry
It lets you dream and lets you see
Like poetry, has its own justification
No doubts, no fears, no questions
Love is like the sunshine
The hope it brings that everything's fine
The loneliness of the night fades away
As the sun promises the beauty of the next day
I could never say what love really is
All I know is the feeling when it hits
For me, only one thing is ever true
When I think of love, I think of you.
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