What is Love?

What is love?

by Evie Richardson

I can not say I know what love is like,

But I can imagine it’s as sweet as;

A morning stroll or like riding a bike,

Or an embrace from a kind, loving lass,

Maybe like jumping in joy with many friends,

Spending time with the ones that make you laugh,

Forgiving each other and making mends,

Maybe like completing a very long path,

The way you feel when you see what you’ve done,

And watch your friends and family cheer in joy,

Perhaps it’s as strong and bright like as sun,

Or warm and comforting like a blanket,

Though maybe it is not like that at all,

But how I feel when you smile back at me.