If Love was school
I'll never be late
I'll be the first to reach her gate
If Love was a teacher
I'll always be cool
I'll always impress her
If Love was a book
I'll always keep her close
won't dare to loose.
If Love was a classboard
I'll write on it sweet poem
I'll read and never be bored.
If Love was a cane
I'll gladly bear the pain
No pain no gain.
If Love was a marker
I'll choose the color red
and write my heart felt.
If you're Love
I'll be your friend
Even unto the end
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Beautiful depiction of the voyage of pure bliss that is love, and its might experience, insightfully penned from inner recesses of the heart. Your employment of appropriate similes to drive home your conviction is both appropriate and poetically remarkable. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Yine. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.