Love is not a destination, but a lifelong ride,
A journey with twists and turns that make the hearts collide.
It’s like a river that flows with determination,
A selfless, stronger lifesaver than any medication.
Love is a ferryboat that makes life enjoyable,
An antidote that helps us stay hopeful and unbeatable.
It’s the wind beneath our wings that helps us fly high,
Even when life’s obstacles make us want to cry.
True love is like a rare gemstone, precious and rare,
A beauty to behold, a treasure that’s beyond compare.
It’s like a garden that blooms with trust and respect,
A flourishing paradise where love and happiness intersect.
To relish the recipe of love, we must find ways to accept,
Appreciate, and value each other, never to neglect.
For when we nourish our love, like a garden in bloom,
It becomes a magical world, like a sweet, fragrant perfume.
M is for Metaphor.
The post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z written for the alphabet M.
