You loved her, that was plain to see.
You loved with a love that isn’t put simply.

You loved her like the rain,
so pretty from afar, but you wanted to take shelter, and hide when she falls.

You loved her like a peach,
sweet and hard to resist. Everything was cool until you got to her pit.

You loved her like winter, comfortable in a sweater. But with the least bit of cold, you pretend you haven’t met her.

You loved her like the sun, shining oh so beautifully bright. But you ran away when she lost her will to fight.

You loved her, and that much is true.
But you loved her in a way that was convenient for you.