When Love Strikes
Love hits like a tornado,
Giving no time to think,
And nowhere to escape.
It overwhelms.
Love tastes like cappuccino,
Seriously seducing
But brutally bitter.
It’s hard to brush away.
Love feels like sand in hand.
The tighter it is gripped,
The faster it drains,
Leaving no trace at all.
Love looks like an onion.
Peel it off layer by layer,
And discover with tears
That there is no heart.
Love is like a robust rock,
Looking solid and sturdy
But doomed to erode,
Ultimately cracking and bursting apart
Should it be then treasured,
Or should it be browsed?