Poetry is like love
an eternal flame
never going out
the burning flames of passion
the lines of poetry dance from
one heart to another
everyone see it
but only certain ones can feel it
the light of poetry is the
flame of love
the warm
the comfort
the joy
the love
**This is an extended metaphor, I have to write for school. So obviously I usually wouldn't write one of these, but I think it turned out well.**
