Love

(Written during my childhood)

Love is so precious, its beautiful.

No matter how mad you are,

love still exists.

On special holidays you get things…

But that’s not important -

it’s how much your love is

for that person.

Love is not the same

for everyone,

it is different in a way.

Everyone loves someone,

even if

they’ve gone away.

For it is always better

to have loved and lost,

than to never

have loved at all.