Your love is by Paul and Storm

Lyrics:

My love is a butterfly
Floating sweetly through a summer field
Spreading beauty and love under the midday sun
And your love is an entomologist
Chasing me down, ensnaring me in your net
And taking me home, jabbing a pin through my guts
And mounting me on your wall
A pin
Your love is a pin through my guts
My love is a sailing ship
Seeking out a friendly shore
To cast out my anchor, happily never sail no more
And your love is the ocean that drowns me
Leaving my bones to be picked at by crabs
And bringing settlers to the New World with smallpox and influenza
And wiping out the indigenous population
Smallpox
Your love is smallpox
You are a giant redwood falling on a family of deer
You are a soaring eagle landing in a minefield
You are river rising over the downtown levees
You are Christmas in Iran
My love is a tiny puppy
Knowing only joy and trust
Greeting each new day like a miraculous gift
And your love is an underground dog-fighting ring
Catching me and keeping me in a cage
On the brink of starvation
Torturing me daily until all I that know is hate and rage
And death holds no meaning for me
Just like Christopher Walken in the end of The Deer Hunter
Christopher Walken
Your love is Christopher Walken

Your extra verses:

My love is like argentine football full with talent and joy,
your life is like boring English football, with nothing more than fouls
My love is a magnificent midfield goal, your love is a lucky rebound score

My love is the NBA, the best league in the whole world with the best players,
your love is the Torneo Nacional de Ascenso, with awful referees and falling stadiums
My love is an alley-oop, your love is a shot that didn´t hit the ring

My love is Federer and Sampras, unic, winner and fantastic
Your love is Andy Murray, Coria and Gaudio, loser and sad
My love is a great drop, your love is a double fault.

My love is Ferrari and Mc Laren
Your love is Renault and Honda
My love is Fangio and Shumacher
Your love is Barrichelo and Mazaccane

Alan

My love is New Year in Paris
Full of lights and hope
And your love is the following day
Full of hangover, headaches and hunger

My love is sailing though Venice channels
With soft music and romantic kisses
And your love is pigeons flying over
and pooing over people’s heads

my love is New York
with all its shiny and glamorous style
and your love is the fast food
and the imperialism eating third-world countries.

Caro, Agus and Anita

My love is promotion
Rising up from janitor to boss
After working all day long, finally receiving an amount to take home
And your love is getting fired from every job,
Being blamed for someone else’s mistakes and flaws.

My love is a paid vacation, flying high on a first class seat
Drinking wine and room service all day long.
And your love is working 24-7 all year long
Without hope of leaving those four walls.

Micaela, clara and Leila (with jobs)

My love is a mouth-watering chocolate cake filled with caramel
And sweets of all sort and kinds
Your love is the ugly lettuce that falls off my King-size burger
And leaves a greasy stain in my favorite pair of pants
My love is a raspberry gum
That I chew with so much delight
Your love is the leftovers of my dog’s dinner
Wrapped in the fridge and two days old.

Tino and Juan

My love is a chocolate
Melted over banana split
Spreaded over your table, always at dinner time

Your love’s a frustrathed chef
Unable to fry a single egg
And when you cook at home, it only gives me cholesterol

Coles
Coles
Terooool
I’ll die of cholesterol

Your love’s like salt to an hyperthense
Or some sugar for a diabetic
Do keep cooking or you’ll kill me
Or maybe I suicide

Zeke and Nikita

My love is a furry coat,
Keeping us warm in snowy winters,
Spreading airs of luxury along foggy streets
And your love is a ragged old-fashioned outfit,
A Charleston dress in a seventies party,
A leather jacket in a table of bargains,
where Bronx ladies struggle for style.
A bargaaiinnnn
Your love is a bargain.

Mickey and Lucrecia

My love is a last minute winner
Floating through a soccer field
Spreading beauty and love like a referee giving a free penalty kick
Your love is like a defender
Chasing me down while I try to score in the goal
Your love is like getting relegated to the 2nd division
Or like the worst injury in the beginning of the season

My love is...

Pato and Seb

My first love is a flower crown
Filling my mind with bird songs and colours
Making me feel like a booming King..
And her love is an artificial rose
Lacking scent and taste
Thrusting me a thousand thorns.
A needle,
A deadly needle through my skin.

My second love a summer beach
Making me dumb with her tropical drinks
Drying me out like an omnipresent sun
And her love is a warm poison
Blowing my mind away like a raging storm
Leaving me all wet and shivering.

Andrea and Lupe