When Love Arrives
by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
I knew exactly what love looked like – in seventh grade.
Even though I hadn’t met love yet,
if love had wandered into my homeroom,
I would’ve recognized him at first glance (love wore a hemp necklace).
I would’ve recognized her at first glance (love wore a tight French braid).
Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs.
Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
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