Midnight Frieght Train

Love is like a midnight frieght train roaring towards you, in which you become enveloped, and then it passes you by. Unless you are a passenger who rides to get somewhere or because you have no where else to go.

Love is completely unexpected-like death. Death is inevitable and unknown, as is love.
Death can be liberating or agony, just like love.
Love hits you in the face and delivers a blow to your heart, as does death.
Love is the begining, not the end, as is death.

Love is a warm breeze that blows upon your face, and as the wind does, love must also wane and blow full force. But you must be prepared-for the wind can knock you on your ass. And both can cut so deep you think you will never breath again.