From Sticks And Stones Poem by Dr. Diane Rose

Love is like water
It can take any shape
What is our love like?

If I were the page
And you the printed word
We would be together
My leaf and your letter
Until we both would crumble

If I were the flower
And you my stately stem
We would grow together
Through all kinds of weather
Until the snow would fall

If I were red wine
And you my tilted bottle
We'd spend centuries in cellars
And when they broke you open
I would not come out