Love comes in many forms, it seems.
For, our hearts are stained with red.
And, every way it pulls at you
Will get inside your head.
Love plasters a smile to faces,
Only to rain on the tears.
True love cannot be fleeting;
It’ll pull at you for years.
And love, it can be dangerous.
It yields the power to kill.
It’ll test at your moralities,
Things you never said you will.
Love will write the ground rules
‘Cause you can’t just quit the game.
Love will make you doubt yourself;
Love will place the blame.
But, if you make it out alive;
If you both survive the fall—
You’ll smile together, standing hand-in-hand…
For, love was worth it all.