It tastes like a salty tear. And feels like a tear rolling down my cheek. Love by Haley Fulford, age 12 Love feels like a gentle breeze Blowing with great softness and ease. Love tastes like freshly squeezed orange juice without the seeds. Love looks like the new winter coat of snow that softly floats.
Love sounds like the drip-drop of rain On the green grass of a wide plain.
Right after a short Spring shower. Friendship by Leigh Ann Blanton, age 12 Friendship feels like the dew in the morning. Friendship looks like a dozen fresh, red roses. It smells like your favorite perfume And sounds like an orchestra playing beautifully. All poems copyrighted by their authors.