Love resembles the scrumptious feasts;
where the pheasants enjoy with glee.
Yet, I'll never get the chance to devour the lovely smell.
Love resembles a flock of doves;
flying up high to the Heaven's door.
Yet, I'll never have the chance to have wings.
Love resembles the everlasting meadows;
with saccharine scent and glowingly rainbows.
Yet, I'm lost in the dry, cold desert.
Love resembles the grace of an angelic swan;
as each movement is poised and elegant.
Yet, I've never known how a swan looks like.
Love resembles the golden pure honey;
with intense sweetness for eternal indulgence.
Yet, I've only tasted sweetness from the morning dew.
Love resembles a warm, fuzzy blanket on cold nights;
protected from furious chill and devilish monsters.
Yet, I've only had socks on my feet.
Whatever it resembles;
I'll shall never learn how to love.
Ergo, I'm always hungry for the feast of love.