I'm so sick of metaphors about sunsets
We took the scenic route to fall in love
A sunset was just the beginning
We saw the sunset in our rearview mirror and kept right on going
We fell asleep at a motel before the sun set again the next day

And love wasn't having something to talk about every minute of that three day road trip with the radio broken
Love was going to the bathroom, the only privacy we could find, and still wanting to walk back to the car
Love was hidden somewhere between that last stop for a large fry and not caring if you took your shoes off

So I don't love you like a sunset
I don't love you like love is on a timer that's going to run out
I love you like a tree that is going to grow for hundreds of years, and then fossilize
I love you like a mountain being ground on every day by the wind and still standing
I love you like the ashes of a fire, all the bits left over, someone you have to come home to