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

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