Love is like a basketball, sometimes you dunk and sometimes you fall.
Love is like a hot air balloon, flying high, feeling like a goon.
Love is like a steel bar, holding you down in a jar.
Love is like a rainbow, clean and pure and white.
Love is like toaster. Pop! goes my heart over the bumps and hills of a roller coaster.
Love is like a salad. Don’t forget the dressing to make it valid.
Love is like a cell phone, sometimes only a small time loan.
Love is a witness to your physical fitness.
Love is sturdy, sometimes too wordy but always a little bit nerdy.
Love is like Pop Rocks, never settling, always jumping about like stocks.
Love is like a good book; whole up in a good crook of the living room, you have to take a look.
Love is like a rocking chair—steady and comfortable, always there.
Love is never unfair, just remember reasonable care.
Love is robust, always willing to readjust.
Love is like fake eyelashes; sometimes it just clashes.
Love is like dancing, you look good while you feel as though you’re prancing.
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