this is a poem about love not one which you write to those you love but one written dedicated to this wonderful emotion of pure love
it is a four-lettered word that starts with ‘l’ and joins you with i
the magnetic pull that attracts your hand to mine the frisson of surprise whenever your hand touches mine the incessant feeling when your ardent eyes look into mine the sweet, lovely dreams of your life as a part of mine
the fireworks that explode in the background when your lips touches mine
under the dark night sky lit up by millions of twinkling stars your hand found mine
there was once an emotion called love only love
and this is the poem about love, the wonderful emotion
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.
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