the real face of love poem

Love is like a small pen
If it’s done it won’t write again
Love is like a flower that you’ll like and adore
It’ll wilt and fade but it remain hard for u to ignore
Love is akin to a game of chess
It begins like the sweet first kiss
And ends like a mysterious miss
Love is like an unforgettable dream
It lights your time as a sunshine beam
You’ll open your eyes and it’ll dwell as a picture in a frame
Love is like a kindle that seems to cry
It burns itself like it counts each day
It doesn’t tell u where, how and why
Until it reaches its end and die
Love is like a stairs that lead u to the sky
It gives you wings and u feel u can fly
With every hard step u make, u pray
In the end, all your trials in vain and couldn’t reach the high