Childhood Love
When you’re growing up,
You’re all so oblivious to the word,
“Love.”
At nursery school,
Love is: to be friends,
Playing in the Wendy house,
Love is: holding hands
And a quick peck on the cheek.
When you’re at primary school
You think you’re in love with
The boy that sits next to you.
Love is: playing footsies
Under the wooden classroom tables,
Love is: scribbling “I LUV PAUL”
On the old worn chairs and
Playing kiss chase in the playground.
When you’re at secondary level
You think you’ve now grown up.
Love is: chatting up the boys in lessons
And canoodling with them in the field,
Girls screeching, boys running around teasing them.
And when your school days are over,
and you move on...
You think you know what love really is,
But you just don’t realize that...
Love can be painful as well as fun,
It can hurt, and when all is done...
You’re all still so oblivious to the word,
“Love”
