Treasure Island

Brittney Pennington

(19/12/1991 / Crourd 'd lane)

Love flakes


Love is like a snow flake
Flutters to the ground
Beautiful and always unique
But when captured in your hands
It quickly melts away

Submitted: Saturday, February 25, 2012

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  • Uche Chidozie (3/11/2012 12:05:00 PM)

    But when captured in your arm,
    it quickly melt away-quote from Brittney's poem.

    i admire this line, composed beautifully with imagery, Love melting away like snow, you are good... (Report) Reply

  • Crimson Soul (3/1/2012 6:40:00 PM)

    How True... Capturing Moments In A Single Stanza, Is more Unique Way Of Actually Conveying The Meaning. I Like It :) (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (3/1/2012 2:11:00 PM)

    A fine delicate poem, succinct. Love like snow flakes should be handled with care, nice metaphor, or conversely the heart is malleable in the right hands where love with trust surrenders to form new shapes as a caring relationship takes form. Top stuff. (Report) Reply

  • Pheko Motaung (2/29/2012 11:52:00 PM)

    A magnificent poem! You posses great imaginative powers.The subject matter is presented brilliantly! You're the one for the future! Thank you for sharing a beautiful and fabulous poem! Congratulations (Report) Reply

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