What kind of figurative language is this '' love is and was my king and lord

hey u think u can me with a summary? ?

each morning i wrote my name

on the dusty cabinet, then crossed

the dining table in script, scrawled

in capitals on the backs of chairs,

practicing signatures like scales

while mother followed squirting

linseed from a burping can

in our power to make a world happy - to teach mankind the art of being so - to a character hitherto unknown - and to have, as it were, a new creation intrusted to our hands, are honors that command reflection, and can neither be too highly estimated,

both inform the reader that faryad and liaqat were not given the chance to tell their version of events at the police station.

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