Love is a treasure dive without the bends
That robs a cave where green-eyed monsters lurk.
Love is like Friday night—it never ends
And never thinks about next Monday’s work.
Love is a game where moves are all unplanned
And rules never exist until you make them.
Love is a do-it-yourself Disneyland—
You have to build the rides before you take them.
Love is a toll road that will not take change.
Love dies a little without self-destruction.
Love is a singer with a three-note range
Who only sounds good after post-production—
A heart you’ll misplace till it goes astray
And only find when you give it away.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells