what is love?

 What is love?
    

        Love is like an open rose, it blooms at the beginning and wilts instantaneously.
 Love is like a baby's cry, it comes with no warning but sometimes ends with bliss.
Love is similar to the rain, it promptly falls and leaves the ground immensely cold and wet.
Love is similar to a rainbow, it shines prismatically but eventually loses it's glow.
Love is like an open book, when you first start reading it  you feel it's intoxicating adventure but
                                  towards  the end it becomes dull and lifeless.
Love is like a baby's laugh, it's soothingly felictious but eventually looses it's luster.
Love is similar to a loyal dog, it coherently stays by your side through the bad times
                        but disappears with the intrusive ticking of time.
Love is similar to an igloo, it's structure and blue print are penetratingly planned out but
            with an unremorseful gluttonous force it becomes destroyed.
                                        Love, love, love.... What is love?
                Love is bliss, love is gluttonous, love is intoxicating.
Love is a destructive boisterous torando, it swoops away merely everything you once
         knew and fondly adorded and leaves you with  inessential specks of dust, that were
                      once a part of your compassionate significant
 anatomy.