Love is like a herd of screaming goats,
Loud and stinky
And for some reason you
End up losing your pinkie.
Love is like a bull with roses,
Headstrong and pretty.
It charges at you
Yet you’re overthrown by the flowers.
Love is like the mighty elephant,
Powerful and peaceful.
Compelling memories
And fat feelings
Love is like the wily fox,
Sly and cunning.
It’s attractive,
But filled with deceit
Love is like a clutter of spiders,
Startling and hairy (like Dom)
They also weave together the past and present...
With pain.
And finally,
Love is like a stormy ocean,
Out of control
And one of you always ends up drowning.