Love is a wonderfully awful thing
It can be as sweet as a honeysuckle
Or painful like a bee’s sting

Love has power; it does indeed
It can compel some to drastic matters
It can bring a strong man to his knees

Love is complicated
Unknown feelings emerge from within
You may almost feel intoxicated

Love is patient
It waits for the right one, even if you need a few more tries,
No matter how many hours lent

Love is uncontrollable
You can never force yourself to love
Even if you think you’re able

Love is varied
It is both garish and dull
There are is sundry of relationships, yes indeed

Love is a war
It brings a never-ending internal conflict
Fighting to the core

Love is blind
It blocks you from reality
It clouds the mind

Love is dangerous
You never know what is coming next
One wrong move and you can fall into distress

Love is a wonderfully awful thing
Love can leave you with heartache
Or be as beautiful as a blooming flower in spring