Love is an Onion

An onion is made up of layers, each layer’s peels off to give away,away, away. But unlike an onion, the lover loves him or herself thus why they give it. Every time a layer is cut off twice as reveals to the eye to multiply. But if the lover doesn't receive love it would soon be hard to give. Pieces will break off leaving a raw hard stone underneath, bruised and saddened its heart lonely for the love given away. Love is round like a circle, round and round and thus is where love is found. An onion also brings sorrow and love can also, tomorrow. We see the love around us, seeing them holding hands. Juice leaks, tears streaks Stabbed by a blade and right down the middle. but with some warmth, plus a loving look, you can only cry with joy.