I often wondered what it would be like If I were in love,
What would my love feel like?
I have asked myself,
Would my love feel like time?
Eternal but, erratic.
Would my love feel like the space?
Interesting and undiscovered.
Would my love feel like Happiness?
Beautiful, wanted but, temporary.
Would my love feel like Stars?
Diamond of the sky, shining in the light it burns itself with.
Would my love feel like memories?
Happy, Sad, Eternal, Ephermeral, regretful, cherished, loved and hated.
Would my love feel like this, would my love feel like that.
I have always wondered all of this.
Tried every possible simile on a poet's list,
never did I expect the answer..
But, today I've finally understood what it exactly is.
Would you like to know?
My love,
It's not any of those complicated things - time, space, stars and memories.
It is simple.
My love is like a balloon.
Hold on to it properly and you won't even feel it's weight but, it will fill your surroundings with colour.
Use it like a decoration on your birthday party,
It will be demolished as soon as you cut the cake.
My love is like a balloon
It's in all colours and all shapes.
It's a bubble of joy,
My love is like a balloon,
and like a balloon it too shrinks into nothing when it bounces around too much.
but, you can always blow the air back in and then enjoy the colour.
My love is like a balloon,
Do me this favour,
If you ever get tired of holding on to it,
Please don't blast it into pieces for nothing.
Just let it go,
let it go into the expanse of the sky.
My love is like a balloon,
If you let it go into the expanse of the sky,
I'm sure it's strings will find a lonely tree to entangle itself with.
Or
It will just fly alone into the sky beyond,
Independent and free.
🎈🎈🎈🎈
