Love isn't a house plant
You can prune and know
Love is a ****
That finds a way to grow

Love isn't a house pet
Trained to sit and beg
Love is a parasite
That feeds and lays eggs

Love doesn't colour
Inside the lines
The ink bleeds and stains
And ignores all the signs

Love isn't tame
It doesn't do as it's told
Love is wild,
and exotic, and bold

Love isn't honest
It will cheat and lie
And you can't stop it
Even if you try