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
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