Certainly not fireworks

Cynical definition of that over used 'L' word

Love is not fireworks,
Love isn’t always blood red with passion and fire
It isn’t high heels, champagne and giggles
Hell, even fighting is interesting and good for your circulation
Only true love can survive monotony

We aren’t always given the luxury of a Romeo and Juliet flash-bang love
It’s not only better, but its easier to burn out
Than to fade away
When you brush your teeth next to someone for fifty years
When you relish the red and grind through the grey

That’s Love