The best of our love poetry

Oh, my love is like a beautiful flower,
ready to bloom, but waiting for the right time.
Oh, my love is like a wave,
washing up on the shore
and taking a little of every place with it.

Oh, my love is like the wind -
it blows in at the excat right time.
Oh, my love is like a spring day,
always there even though you might not see it.

Love is just love.
Very hard to explain,
but wonderful all the same.
Laurel, 9.a

Oh, my love is like a feather,
light and soft,
a river, deep and strong,
a thorn, painful and sharp.

It's like a cat - observant,
layful, wild, cuddly ...
But it can also be overwhelming,
like the size of the sky.

And ... it's also like a phoenix,
as it never seems to die,
but is always reborn, flamboyant
and ready to commit.
Lana, 9.a

Oh, my love is like a river,
sometimes it's crystal-clear,
but sometimes it can be a blur.

Love is like a river,
it twists and turns,
goes fast or slow,
but it never stays in one place.

Oh, my love is like a river,
on a hot sunny day th sun heats the river
until the river floats away.
My love is still like a river
and with the river it floats away.
Katarina, 9.b.

Oh, my love is like a sunny day.
It's always near me,
but I want it would stay
with me all the day.

Oh, my love is like the waves in the sea.
It's always something talking,
it's always somewhere walking.
Oh, my love is like the waves in the sea.

Oh, my love is like a flying bird.
It's like something new to explore,
it's like the feeling: "I'm free!"
It's like sitting on the tree.
Eva, 9.b

Oh, my love is like summer,
warm, vivacious and cheerful.
Oh, my love is like spring,
dreamy, romantic and lively.
But my love isn't like autumn,
moody, rainy and serious.
It also isn't like winter,
cold, windy and stubborn.
Matic, 9.b
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