What is Love?

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by Nieve Baker aged 11

What is love,
I hear people ask.
What does it mean to be in love,
Or what happens when you love other people?
Can you love anyone or anything?

These are questions that have not been answered,
These are the questions that people keep asking,
And will keep asking until there is an answer.

Love is tomorrow,
Love is today,
Love is the future,
And love is the past.
Love can be anything and anywhere.

Love cannot die.

True Love?

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by Elsie aged 12

We would stand there for hours,
Talking – laughing,
We stand there edging closer,
Staring into each other’s minds,
We’d smile and gaze at each other,
Silence and quietness,
We’d stay as if what felt like a second,
But was actually much, much longer…
We’d chat about random stuff to keep the conversation going,
But that we liked each other – that was worth knowing,
We’d wonder each day, if the other felt the same way,
Till one of us thought – I must ask…
Does she like me?

The Little Sister

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by Bharvi Patil aged 11

You are such a sweet sister
hope you do not get a blister

Always cute and loving
just glowing forever

A mad little clever sister
you are my best sister

Hope you’ll always be my sister
we are always sisters

Love

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by Kiera Garrett aged 12

love is like chocolate, so fine and elegant
love is about making memories
love is happiness
but I think love is like me
I am always happy and hungry

Friendship Never Ends…

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by Elsie aged 12

From the day we layed eyes on each other,
When we were looking over our note-pads,
Not knowing how each other felt,
Not knowing if it was love,
Soon we became best friends,
He’d teach me how to draw,
Amazing at drawing he was,
I loved how he drew,
He’d teach me how to do scooter tricks – the tail flick was his best,
I’d teach him how to build dens and write poetry,
Through the months we grew closer,
But there is something there,
Is it really just friendship or is it love?

Me, Myself and I

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by Sulaf aged 10

Because it’s me myself and I,
Why don’t you go till I die?
It’s me myself and I,
Why don’t you go and touch the sky?
Me myself and I
Why don’t you fly in random skies?

Started with a Smile

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by Katie aged 12

It all started with a note
To meet under the tree
Where we used to share our memories
Of songs and silence
Of friendships and fights
That all led up to this moment
She gave a warm smile
Then a nod
Then a hug
Then a hand held
A kiss blowed
A kiss shared
Then with a sentence
Then a poem
Then a page
Then a phrase
A word
A symbol
A thousand hearts later
Look where this took us
Back under the tree
Where our hearts cry
Where we say goodbye

The Lovers of the Loch

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by Zealous CHIP aged 11

The lovers of the Loch,
loved pure, loved true.
Their love ’twas forbidden,
though their choices they don’t rue.
An elvish bloke, a human babe
who’d have ever thought,
but their flawless love was immaculate
and it could not be bought.
With every embrace,
both their world’s grew bitter;
their hate and their despise,
for these two grew fitter.
They sent an assassin,
a silent predator.
The reason he applied,
was to pay of his creditor.
A blood truce of
ancestral proportions,
settled with a life
twisted with contortions .
when the lovebirds hugged
he nocked his arrow,
a single kiss
it went whizzing like a sparrow…
Evanesce, evanesce, evanesce
the shadow faded away,
it would take a stone heart to confess
what happened on that day…

My Older Brother

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by Ella Thomas aged 9

My older brother is someone I adore,
Someone who I can look up to,
I show off to my friends and say he has a six pack,
But I love him so much, he is my best friend and world’s best brother.
He comforts me when I am sad, and I love him for that.

Blind Love

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by Maheen Amjad aged 17

People say that love is blind;
But they don’t know the story behind.
They don’t know ’bout those sleepless nights;
Those silly laughs and countless fights.
They don’t know that when love is found;
Your heart just plays a melodious sound.
They don’t know that when we are together;
It seems as if we’ll be there forever.
They don’t know how beautiful it can be;
Young love, sweet talks and such a jocund company.
They don’t know what beauty love can hold;
It can never be altered, never be sold