Thirty five years ago...

I wrote this poem, my first, at the wee age of nine. My school principal, Mrs. Benner( God rest her soul, she was an amazing person) submitted it to HighLights magazine where it was published, so hmmmm, does that make me a published author? teehee just kidding!
Anyways, here it is, and upon reading you will see where the seeds of my overactive.....imagination?brain? were sown! ;)

Love

Love
is like a flower
it lives, but yet it dies
Love
can be so happy
but yet, it sometimes cries
Love
is like a glass of wine
you drink it,
then it's gone
Love
can be very sad
or like a happy song.
Christine 1973