This is a metaphor poem I wrote for my English Comp. class. It's a sad attempt at such, but I like how it turned out (somewhat). It's nothing abstract, so it'll be an easy read for anyone.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I owned Hetalia in all of its sheer epicness, sadly I do not. Hidekaz Himaruya does.
Through Italian Eyes
Hair of silk, a likeness to daffodils
Piercing eyes the shade of the midday sky
With a stern look which causes chills
Why do I like him, why oh why
Resolve as that of a sturdy oak tree
His ox-like stance strong and sleek
A presence longer lasting than any memory
Compassion towards comrades, never appearing weak
His person as a whole, imperfections all around
Does not deter my steely resolve of loving him abound
