Love in the Eyes of A Third Grader
Love is a secret, whispered in the wind, waiting to be told
Love is like a treasure, buried deep and dark, waiting to be found
Love is a closed up park, waiting to be broken into and explored
Love is hope
Love is like your boss, it kicks your butt sometimes but it pays well
Love is like a dream, one that is never forgotten
Love is always there, like a sticky note on your forehead
Love is free, no cost, just find someone to share it with
This poem is about:
Our world