love balloon

she says that love
to her
is like a balloon
but with
a tight knot so that it
doesn't loose
it's air.
a red balloon, perhaps,
or pink
or white,
no strings
attached.
love is meant to fly
and be free,
to go where it needs
to go
without a worry or a care.
love is something to be
shared.
something to last.
never once though
does she think about
the thorn that lies
in every path.