i never thought that i could fine a girl
that would give me such a whorl
i maybe thought that i would die
until i caught your eye

Written/Submitted by conner welch.

I love her eyes
I love her hair
I love her smile
I love her size
I love things about him
But not the things about me.
Or maybe I do.
I love me
For me.

Written/Submitted by Brianna Hammond.

im alone without you
how i can live without you.
you leave me;
you hurt me;
but my mind.
still want you
still loving you.
come back to me my heart
and make me live
come back to me my soul
make me happy..
i love you .
i love you.

Written/Submitted by samia ety.

He’s wonderful,
He’s amazing.
When i see him,
My heart is always racing.

He’s my one true love.

This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.

Standing by your side,
I’m always there,
No matter what,
Through thick and thin.
In the end,
Just remember,
I’ll always love you…

This poem was written/submitted by Brianna Hammond.

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

Written/Submitted by Emily Bronte.

Beloved, My Beloved Beloved,when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No momentat thy voice, but, link by link,
Went counting all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand,-why, thus I drink
Of life’s great cup of wonder! Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,-nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God’s presence out of sight.

Written/Submitted by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right:
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! –and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Written/Submitted by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

“Take my hand,
its always near,
every crash,every tear,
as you start to fall apart,
always remember,you’re in my heart.

Written/submitted by Grace Broach.

“Love is never real,
heartbrokens all you feel,
you say you hate life with a burning passion,
but why is it good as you burn his ashes.

This poem was written/submitted by Grace Broach.