Love

Love is like

A giant bipolar lion

With the clever mind and intuition of a human, yet

The most unpredictable of moods

The lion walks up to you

Sometimes you see it coming

Sometimes it sneaks up behind you, and stands there until you suddenly realize it's there

And wonder how long it's been standing there without you noticing

Sometimes you welcome it with open arms, wondering where it’s been all this time

Sometimes you try to run, try to hide, try to break it with sticks and rocks, until you trip in vines and succumb to the awesome force.

Sometimes you accept it as reality, and don't question why it's chosen you, focusing instead on what to do about it

This lion, it does strange things

You can never tell whether it will offer you warmth and protection

Whether it will offer to shield you from the rain in its thick, soft hide and roar away preying foes

Or if it will turn its sharp, dangerous teeth on you

Leave you wounded and bleeding in the cold, wondering if you'll ever be quite the same, if your deep, bloody wounds will ever scab over.

Sometimes - rarely - this lion will come up to you, sniff at you, then walk away, leaving you standing there wondering what on earth just happened.

Sometimes it will act your friend, then betray you

Sometimes it will be your savior, then decide to turn on you

Sometimes it will fill your life with terror and fear of the sharp white fangs, or warmth and longing of the soft, warm pelt

Then walk away

Love is like a giant bipolar lion

Impossible to tell what it will do

The lion visits everyone, whether they like it or not

Each time it acts differently. Each time liking you a little more, or a little less.

You can never see where it will go

What will happen

Once you've looked into the lion's eyes

Your life is changed forever, and you can never turn back.