Five Haikus about Love

There grows a flower,
it is picked,
and it withers.

There is a diamond,
it does not scratch,
but it breaks.

There is a crystal,
it looks like a gem,
but it’s not.

There is a honey,
it is golden and sweet,
and also poisonous.

There is a dream,
it is both truth and a lie,
and I call it