Love Is Poem by Hope Wallin

Love is when your heart pounds,
And you tap your fingers impatiently,
And get excited to see them,
Hours before you do.

Love is when you see them at their worst,
Eyes red from crying,
Hair a mess and clothes dirty,
And you think they look perfect.

Love is missing someone,
So much that your heart aches,
And your soul cries,
And they've only been gone for five minutes.

Love is when you'd rather fight with them
Than kiss anyone else,
And the thought of a hug
Makes you grin.

Love is when you want to work at it
Every day, because
The thought of anyone else
Makes you sick to your stomach.

That's what love is.