It doesn't dissolve like salt
or melt like semi-sweet chocolate,
It doesn't drown when smothered; it doesn't vanish like a white rabbit.
It doesn't melt in the rain like the wicked witch of the west,
It doesn't wash down the drain;
It can't be soaked, or scrubbed clean.
The deeper it seeps, the darker the stain.
It's not love if it doesn't
brand your heart.