Love.

Love is heart that can become a broken puzzle if torn apart.
Love is a dagger forced into a poor lonely soul that can break you or make you whole.
Love is a game, shame, lame and a name.
Love is a new life and a knife.
Love can be like death, it can give or take your breath.
Love is a saddness, a sorrow.
Love is a new day tomorrow.
Love is destressing, depressing and obsessing.
Love is glory and a never ending story.
Love is a flower that can be weak or be a power.
Love is appealing, a feeling and can be hurtful or healing.
Love is a fire, a burning desire and can be a dirty lier.
Love is a killer and a thriller.
Love is a pill that messes with will.
Love is a flowing river that makes you cold, makes you quiver.
Love is a new door that can be empty or can be more.
Love is a passage way, a new beginning, a bran new day.
Love is the colors black and blue frome the bruises from the old that still look new.
Love is a book, a new way to look.
Love is pain that can be lost or can gain.
Love is a part of you and me and thats the way it will always be.