“my poam should be abt wlw teenage love. the following line must be included "love is love". make it seem like a 15 year old wrote it. it should talk abt the beauty of loving a woman”

Her laugh is dandelions floating in June,  
Eyes like soft rain on a sleepy afternoon.  
I never thought math class could feel like a spark—  
Hearts scribbled quietly after the bell,  
Hoping she’ll notice that look I can’t quell.  

The world is weird, sometimes people stare,  
But crushes don’t care about rules or who’s there.  
When she touches my arm, or calls out my name,  
I swear even sunbeams are blushing in shame.  

Her hand in mine, paint stains on her sleeve—  
We spin in our secrets until it’s time to leave.  
Movies and freeze pops–just us on the lawn,  
And laughing so hard that all worries are gone.  

My friends all ask questions, sometimes it gets tough.  
But loving her softens days that are rough.  
Every heartbeat is honest, every moment enough,  
When she smiles in the hallway I know, heart and soul,  
That love is love.

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