After love

Love is like a gorgeous dress , real pretty and glittery,  until its worn and torn .
It's full of cheerful bossoms with petals and Roses falling e everyday.
Rains kindness , patience and new character
Until , the the rain finally stops ,
Suddenly there is hails  dead roses falling,  black everywhere.
Love is like a gum with lots of flavours until its eating and the sour turns its head.
The ones strong rope has turned into a rubber being made into different things