To love is to show your scars
And tell stories of animals that attacked
Only for them to make their own marks.
To love is to forgive and renew
Even though you feel like a fool
Then they leave and you can never say “I trust you”.
To love is to procreate
Sow seeds into a world filled with hate
Hopeful that they grow like fruits and be great.
To love is to make sacrifices
And expect the other to drop their vices,
But they don’t and your union is filled with crises.
To love is to have patience
And dream that one day they can reciprocate feelings
Only for them to find the prince of their dreams.
To love is to be very lavishing
Spurred on by looks so ravishing
Years later you feel like you needed lashing.
To love is to be happy,
And sad, because life is simultaneously
Everything good, bad, and ugly.