Love is like a rock

the rock is of the hardest type
the rock is dashed about in the tumbler of life
bits of aggregate material break off
at some point all hardness is made smooth

love is also the boulder of the burden of past relationships
that poised atop a mountaintop
is loosed and begins to roll down and
makes it's way to your stony heart
and unable to move you are crushed by the boulder
a small pebble remains amidst the rubble
that which remains after being crushed by the boulders of life
this is true and this
this is love

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