What It Is

The clock is ticking and you say that the time is running out,
but my love will last forever and I say that without a doubt,
Love is like a tree it's a tree that never dies,
It grows until its blossoms pierce through the summer sky,
It grows up through space and time and into other galaxies,
It goes on and on forever completely encompassing you and me,
It's flamboyant colors shine so bright even through the darkest storms,
Sometimes it hurts but just a prick from it's gentle thorns,
It's always there just like an air bag in this crazy car ride of life,
It's a feeling which I adore and which no other can suffice,
It's the thing that allows my heart to keep beating day after day,
It's the thing that will disappear if you go away.