Love, what it is

With childish imagination, I have thought that love was
pretty and pink with laces.

But after I fell in love, I realized I was badly mistaken.
Love, it really was rough with sharp parts sticking out.

Because my expectation was destroyed, I was
depressed, hurt.

But I learned, a bit too late, that
Love should not be left there, untouched.
We have to shape it together.
Love...Is that