Love is a stick of DYNAMITE (it doesn't seem very dangerous until it's been lit.)
Love is a sliver of light shinning through a crack.
Love is a nightlight (it comforts you, but can also make the shadows even scarier.)
Love is the clouds that cover the sun.
Love is the rainbow after the storm.
The first metaphor grabbed my attention, but I like the sliver of light one best :D I like your voice, I think I'll definitely stick around :)
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