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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