Love can be one of two things:
It can be a sleeping dog or a wild cat.
It can be light and flourishing,
A dream filled with sunflower fields and butterflies.
It can be a thunderstorm of emotions,
with nothing except the minor thought of it’s next nap to ease the pain.
In the end, love still craves for loyalty and trust.
It craves for it the way that all animals crave their next meal.