Love is like a weed
Sometimes beautiful and breathtaking
Growing in places where it is needed
Giving color to what seems lifeless
But sometimes it grows too much
Sucking away the life of the ground
Feeding on its energy
And what your left with 
Is an overgrown garden
Of what was once love
And has left pain and bitterness
It grows on  until the weeds are picked away 
...So more can grow...