When love starts knocking on your door, itwould be like a soft and gentle wind blowing in the mid summer day. Cooling and comforting your parched heart. Giving you a glimpse of beautiful spring upon its path.

When love blossoms into full bloom, it would be like a bright and cheerful spring. A joyrous chorus ofbirds' songsfill the air. A softwhispering of crystal clear brook that is as clear as a glass and as cool as a fresh melted snow.Colorful flowers thatlook like ladiesputting on thier finest dressestoattendthe ball. Thesweet and alluring smell of spring flowers fill the air andthe gentle wind that caress us from times to times like a loving hands.

Love embraces us like a warm blanket in a cold night, radiant like the morning sun slowly britghten the sky, and glow bright like a North Star in the moonless night.

...Sadly, when love withers, it would like a warm springday turn to abreezy cold autumn. World starts to change color. Wind blows like a sorrowful sigh.Tree leave turns brown and slowly driftedto the ground.

Finally, when love dies, the coldestwind of winter days arrive in full. It would be like stayingin a warm summer day and suddenly been thrownthrough a space tothe Antarctic. Like some very bad character had finally stolen your shining sun and leave you in thedarkest and coldest hourof your life.

That would be how I descripemy love. How about you and your love?