My love for you is a fire,
Ignited and put out.
For if it gets too big,
In pain I'll surely shout.
My love for you is a tree,
Growing more each day,
But unlike the withering evergreens,
It never wilts away.
My love for you is a river,
An ever-flowing stream.
The rush of feeling is nothing to you,
Only something in my dreams.
My love for you is a deer,
Running away from harm.
But knows deep down it's over,
That the hunter will not unarm.
When I've reached the breaking point,
Which occurs more often than naught,
I begin to be a waterfall,
But remember through all I've fought.
My love will never run out,
It will always be for you.
And you don't need to give it back since,
It was never even due.
