Love is a whole house,
A safe place to stay in the world.
It comes in a perfect living condition
But as you go on living in it and enjoying the roof over our head
Parts of it falls off
A rift here, a brick there
Because nobody is perfect.
It might work if most times the person you are living with brings materials
And helps in rebuilding
And vice versa.
A building is hard.
What is harder is destroying something you love,
With every speck of sand that falls on the ground
it hurts to notice it.