From a "bad poem contest" a few years back:
LOVE, I SAY
Love, I say, is like a flame,
but when hate's water splashes,
love keeps burning just the same
and does not turn to ashes.
Love, I say, is like a knife,
but there's no need to hone it.
It will last throughout your life,
if that's how long you own it.
Love, I say, is like a stone,
but softer than a feather.
It's hard to lift love all alone
but not that hard hard together.
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