You know how when you were little,
Your mom would tell you to
Blow on your soup, let it cool -
But you didn't listen to her anyways?

And what happened?
Your tongue got burned,
But you didn't care because
The soup was just so good.

When you finished, you noticed
That your tongue began to throb,
Your tastebuds were exposed - raised and irritated.
It hurt.

Every time thereafter,
You ate your soup with caution
(You blew on it and let it cool)
Because you never wanted to feel that pain again.

That's kind of like love.
The first time, you fall too fast
Letting the passion burn through you
And when it ends, you swear to yourself:
You'll never let someone hurt you like that again.

But you still want soup, you still want love.
You crave the warmth and happiness it brings you.
So instead of giving up on it completely,
You approach it cautiously...
{You blow on it, and let it cool}