Love

Love .

Love is like a new motorcycle front tyre.

At first you take it gently,

Not sure how far you can push

Slowly as your confidence grows,

You learn that the limits are far beyond your own,

Then comes the magic time

Where you seem to be able to do anything together

 Almost seemingly at whim

Just as part of you starts to think this state of affairs will carry on forever

 It starts to go wrong,

 First starting in the wet the limits seem a little closer that they did  

 A scare or two sends shivers down your spine

Then things don’t seem quite as easy as they did

Turning in becomes harder

Until the magic has gone

But many still grimly hang on

As this new state of affairs becomes the norm

 Until they too have to face the choice of either crashing or facing something new

Some seem to be able to make a front tyre last a life time

Others it seems go through a tyre every other week

But love really is like a motorcycle front tyre

The best ones are the ones to keep.