Love is like candlelight.
It warms the heart, but burns the skin.
Heartbreak comes and blows it out.
The cold will prick you like a pin.

Love is like a seaside beach.
Like footprints marked along the bay,
leave marks in my heart's soft, dry sand
that morning tide can't wash away.

Love is like maple syrup.
Addicting, sweet, and oh so sappy.
It sticks to you, and it won't wash off,
even thinking about it makes you happy.

But Love is patient, waits for you.
It is selfless and perseveres.
It always hopes and trusts and protects,
without conceit, it dries away all tears.