Tessa Lomoro '26
What can you classify this thing called love?
Does it make you hear nature’s peaceful breeze?
Imagine what color it consists of.
Can it spread like someone’s infected sneeze?
From what I know of love, I picture the sea.
The calming blue waters, serene and still.
But don’t be fooled, the ocean can get me.
It can crest and drown, spiral and kill.
When you think of love, you might see the sun.
It is the center of our universe.
Powerful and bright, loved by everyone.
But blinding, burning, when too close to one.
Did love derive from nature and our Earth?
Or deceive us in doubting our self-worth?
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