Love is like...

Love is like a box of chocolates;
you never quite know what you’re gonna get.

Love is like a box of roses.
Like a sunrise or sunset, golden.

In love there are terrible evenings filled with mourning.
And repetitive starts to days that never seem to get boring.

When love is in the air…
There isn’t a thing you wouldn’t dare.

A career change, a tragedy, a move.
It doesn’t matter
when you’ve found the needle for your groove.

So sing out– Love is here!
Blow a kiss; hold them dear!

Eat your treats.
Enjoy your views.
Walk with each other
through all the pairs of shoes.

Just remember to stop and smell the roses…