Return to Archive Poem by: Lizzie LoveBR> love is like a firey tourch being lit your soul, its something that you want but yet you cant control, you think you know its path, every move, and every step it makes, but soon you come to relize most of your thoughts are mistakes, it starts to take you, hold you and consume you, till you cant think of a counter move that you could do, you can hear it in each word, each breath, each kiss all you can think wish, dream and think about is this, will love leave if so where will it go? if it does will I turn and say so? do I like it here do I hate it here is it something I like or something I fear? if it leaves will my heart ache and break? or will i find lt a test, a fake?! I dont know what will happen to this love, I just know that you were sent from above!