Expressions of a poor man

Love

Love is fiery red,

Not burning is spite,

Burning in lust and passion instead.

Love is not a losing plight,

Nor a winning fight,

Love is like stars,

On the blackest night,

And a snake from a fars,

With a vicious bite.

You don't understand love,

Or why it shows its face,

But if you find it hold it far above,

For love, you can not replace.

Hey, its Ham again, and just so ya know, im going to do a lit of color-emotion poems. Love is red, if you missed the first sentence.

-Ham