When I was a little girl, I've always wondered what love would be like for me. If it would be like fireworks That suddenly bursts into vibrant colors But disappears the next second; If it would be like a sunflower Just contentedly gazing at the sun from afar; Or if it would be like a fire That keeps on burning as long as the wood keeps it alive. But the more I grew up And the more I saw the world, The sooner I realized That love wasn't something easily defined By metaphors and poetry Love was a ray of sunlight Covered by clouds of mystery. Love was the shadow You never realized was following you And sometimes when you turn, The light has already shifted and the shadow is gone And has moved to another direction. Love was not merely fireworks, or sunflowers, or burning fires. Love was a mixture of everything. Love is your favorite pillow stained with the bitterest tears. Love is the beam of sunlight on the cloudiest morning. Love is the drizzle of rain on a hot summer day. Love is one thing while at the same time being another. But if there was one thing I knew, It was that love can sometimes mess you up, Love can sometimes break you Love can sometimes make you cry But love can also heal Love can also build And love is what makes the tears all worth it.