Love is like a stitched heart, Gathered together from pieces once torn apart, Bearing the scars of its creation, Like a monster met with such rejection. Love is a forbidden spark, Like the electrifying power that animates a creature’s once-battered heart. A powerful, uncontrollable force, It brings life but risks destruction along its course. Love is like a monster’s outstretched hand, Offered with desperate hope, like grains in an hourglass of sand. But once met with fear and rejection, forever unreciprocated, Now this creature is truly appreciated. Love is like a haunting mirror reflecting the creature, A once-distorted image of devotion, revealing flaws in each feature. Love is like an unfinished creation, left on the table, full of hope, but cursed by its maker’s fear of imperfection, But knowing this love, this creature, is pure intoxication.