Love is a liquid at night
It trickles and oozes, a marvellous sight
Then silenty flows away
Sometime during the following day

Love is a song you found
It chimes and warbles, the purest sound
Then gradually fades away
And eventually struggles to play

Love is a carving in stone
It feels so good you can't leave it alone
Then smoothly wears away
Becoming amorphous but that's okay

love is a rich perfume
It wafts, enrobes and warms the room
Then thinly leaks away
Leaving only a faded bouquet

Love is a meal you've never had
Which teases your tongue but keeps you sad
Then tastelessly moulds away
To nothing not even its own decay