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.