Graffiti Heart

Love is like graffiti written on a wall. Someone starts with a blank
wall then someone tags that wall. Some people stay longer and take the
time to put up an intricate work of art. They leave a larger
impression than someone who took fifteen minutes to write their name.
Sometimes a traumatic event comes along to clean the slate by putting
up a fresh base coat of paint. Usually that person takes the time to
create a piece so unique they had to start fresh.

If this is a true analogy what happens when the city decides this
wall is an eyesore and decides to destroy the wall?

Not good for the heart.