Love is always compared to something different every time you here about it. Sometimes it's called a bird, flying high in she sky, but it's more about the feeling of flying. Then it's called a flower, blooming it to something beautiful, but not all flowers bloom. The only thing that is even close to describing love is a house lite up with the hopes and dreams of those inside. If you just walk in to one, you feel warm, like walking up to a fire on a cold winter night.
You can see the love when it's stronger then just your family or friends. If you look at a teenage girl right after her first kiss, or being told that she is loved by someone else, you see that glow. It's stronger then anything else. It seems like it has more to it. It's like you have more love then actually need, but you're not willing to give it up.
I really like this. It makes more sense then a bird or flower, like you said.
It's like you have more love then actually need, but you're not willing to give it up.
Thanks everyone! I will deffinetly fix some of those things. And as of right now, I'm thinking of it to become a story, but I got to get time. Thanks again! Keep replying and keepreading! 
bunnie
Since this seems to focus on an idea - concept, really - more than actual conventions, I am not going to concentrate on the mundane aspects such as language, word choice, etc. Only ideas.
bunnie_i_am wrote:Love is always compared to something different every time you here about it. Sometimes it's called a bird, flying high in she sky, but that's a lie. Then it's called a flower, blooming it to something beautiful, but flowers die. The only thing that is even close to describing love is a house lite up with the hopes and dreams of those inside. If you just walk in to one, you feel warm, like walking up to a fire on a cold winter night.
You can see the love when it's stronger then just your family or friends. If you look at a teenage girl right after her first kiss, or being told that she is loved by someone else, you see that glow. Like a house at Christmas time, lite up by the lights and the joy of the season.
When one is not loved, it's an empty shack, no hopes, no dreams, just empty, useless.
But you wanna hear a secret, I only read it cause I love Hugh Laurie, just don't tell anyone.
This is a very cute piece and it definately brings new, interesting thoughts to ones attention. But you wanna hear a secret, I only read it cause I love Hugh Laurie, just don't tell anyone. 
But god, all the ways you could elaborate on this piece. If you were to make it longer it would be very wonderful. Just a suggestion, but build a family for this house, not a complex one but something basic and tell the house's story, maybe something at Christmas. Just a suggestion, sorry.
But anyway, yeah, like I said, it was very good and worth the read.
~lilymoore
Very nice! So cute and so poetic, and so true! It's kinda simple, but complex, I really like the idea and the way it's written. Are we gonna get a story to go with it? Please
Ohh, what love makes you feel. It's very poetic, and has a subtle but appealing voice in it that speaks of a person thoroughly fascinated by love, and I'm interested to see what exactly is fueling these thoughts. It's a fairly good way to establish whoever the narrator is.
... all that assuming this is a part of a story. XD;; It's very cute, but doesn't exactly want me to read more. You're going to have to introduce a conflict that the reader can see for him/her to maintain interest.
Again, very cute. ;D I'm interested. Keep going!
~Beez
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