DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

A gun ready to fire; is like love

A knife willing to cut; is like love

A noose promising to hang; is like love

A girl wanting to love is like being shot, stabbed, or slung

Love is like a rose

Or a sunrise

Love is like a newborn

With beautiful blue eyes

Love is like the smell of rain

Or autumn

Love is like the ocean

Even at the bottom

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