I’ve heard love is like a dress.
Try it on,
Decide it doesn’t flatter,
Discard it.
Except,
Love is absolutely nothing like a dress.
It can’t be custom ordered.
It doesn’t come in sizes,
It doesn’t come in styles,
In colors
In separates
In layers.
Well, maybe in layers.
But there is absolutely no way love comes in patterns.
There is just no way love is a gaudy floral.
Epic post, poetry is food for thought. We have to feed our minds daily!