Love is as complicated as stars in the night sky.

Sometimes shining brightly, against the full moon.

Sometimes flickering,

Sometimes dimming,

And sometimes burning out.

Love is as complicated as a fledgeling taking flight.

Beautiful,

Awkward,

Brave.

So hard to know if it will soar or fall.

Love is complicated.

But it doesn't have to be.

Love is love, it's as simple as that,

Defying all barriers,

They were social constructs anyways.