free write

this is holloween weekend and there is little to nothing happening. one of my friend was supposed to have a party but thats off. now another friend is having a party but its not going to be that good. im being a stripper cop which is kind of gross whatever......i guess im all in

playing with poetry

love...
love is like...
love is like a forest fire
love is started with a single spark
it is hot
it spreads quickly
it engolfs everything
like a forest fire
it can leave nothing
it can leave the heart bear
like a forest fire
love consumes the soul

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

John Clare
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=98

I think that the reader is talking about, the first feeling when a person sees their first love.
the whole poem bascially states that there is no love like the first one