Love

Love can be a moment’s madness
Love can be insane
Love can be a life of sadness and pain
Love can be a summer shower
Love can be the sun
Love can be two hearts that flower as one
It can be fine and free
But it’s true it doesn’t always happen to you
Love can be a dying ember
Love can be a flame
Love pledged in September may be dead in December
You may not even remember that it came
Love can be a joy forever or a dirty shame
Love is almost never, ever the same