Love is like a loaf of bread.
Leave it alone too long and it'll turn stale.
Open it too much, it'll go hard to swallow.
Hold it too tight, and it'll crumble.
Hold it too loose, and it'll crash to the floor.
Taste it too long, and it'll be too sweet.
Warm it too long, it'll be crumchy.
A bare minimum to survive.
A human need.
A human creation.
Love is like a loaf of bread.
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PoetryBook of poetry. I don't expect you to understand it, but please don't laugh. I don't write poetry usually, but I really need to.
