Treasure Island

Lawrence CH Hiun


Memory Of Love


Love is like the colour of rainbow,
Love smells like a bouquet of roses,
Love sounds like my heart’s beat,
Love tastes like a sweet chocolate.

Love looks like hugging someone we loved,
Love feels like fresh air,
Love looks like angel in heaven,
Love feels like fresh water in the spring mountain.

Love is like a mirror,
Love someone like we are loved,
To love someone is to love ourselves,
Love someone like God’s blessing.

Love is a sweet memory after all.
So keep those loving memory alive and forever.

Submitted: Friday, February 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 07, 2013

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  • Lawrence H (2/26/2012 10:24:00 PM)

    A love poem which describe how love look like, feel, smell, and sound likes. (Report) Reply

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