Love IS a roller coaster.

It feels dangerous,

The paranoia and confusion of how she feels,

Yet it takes you to new heights.

Never failing to bring a new experience.

The anxiety weighing you down.

Waiting in line before you enter the ride. 

The same feeling received from the question,

"Does she like me?"

 

Love IS a mirror.

It is as fragile as a woman's heart

That has been torn to pieces by the man

Who she thought was "the one".

At the same time, it has the unbelievable power,

To show who you truly are.

 

Love IS a cloud.

It can bring about a comforting breeze,

Adding the feeling of security.

Though, at unexpected times,

It will vigorously rain with no end in sight. 

The clouds replacing the sun. 

The same way you cloud your emotions of love,

With the label "best friend".

 

Love IS a rose. 

It may have thorns, and will sometimes hurt you.

But no matter what size, shape, or color,

The beauty shines like the summer sun.