Disregard the above reviews. They're far too kind.
This is not poetry; it is a banal observation, one that has been made far too many times before. Please check out a book of poetry at your local library. That might help.
EDIT: Also, flaming my poem without reading it is hardly a mature response to an honest (if, I'll admit, overly blunt) critique. Please grow up.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers
