Love is like

An onion

It has layers

Love is like

Clay

It can be molded

Love is like

A button

It holds us together

Love is like

Tamales

A spicy little package

Love is like

A phone

It connects us to others

Love is like

A car

It takes us places

Love is like

A shoe

It fits just right

Love is like

A box of chocolates

And you know the rest

Love is like

A teacher

We learn from it

Love is like

A team

We are a part of it

Love is like

A pair of wranglers

You look so good in it

Love is like

A friend

We want it

Love is like

An enemy

It weakens us

But most of all,

Love is like

Silicone implants:

It starts out as

A small incision,

Grows until it fills us up

And as we get older,

If we are not careful,

It begins to deteriorate

And later on,

When we die,

It is buried with us