Love is a Rock

Love is a rock that you put on the shelf to stare at and to admire

Guests will walk by as they are leaving and say "oh that's nice!"

And you will tell them about it as much as they care to listen,

Though sometimes, they will not care at all

They will leave with only goodbye but as you turn around you will notice this rock and think of how nice it is

But a rock gathers dust and cracks and falls off of shelves

And is kicked by busy distracted shoes under furniture

To grow cobwebs and such and not to be admired

A rock will sit amongst spider darkness company,

Waiting for a keeper to find it and to care, and to polish and renew and set upon a new shelf to be regularly dusted, with all it's cracks on display

Because, like a love, a rock carries it's scars

But in the right care, shines as if it were new