True love is buoyant.  It floats and balances
On the surface tension of something unpredictable
And exciting.  It is not unlike a kitchen sponge
Used to soak up messes, though messes vary
From situation to situation.  Sponges absorb everything, good and bad,
Until they are full to the brim with moisture and purpose.  
Then, with a small action, everything is released
Into the world closing the gap between
Peace and hatred.  Sponges are ordinary household objects
That are normally overlooked as easily as one
Overlooks a secret smile exchanged between lovers.
Sponges can even be moldy but  are still beloved objects
In the hands of an optimist.  Love and sponges make you do crazy things,
Like cleaning up an entire gallon of milk with a single one
Or bungee jumping just because he is.
This may be hard to picture, love being filled
And squeezed back out especially if you are trying to remember
Love as happily ever after.  But love is give and take, some filling
And some squeezing, depending on what has swelled up inside the sponge.