I'm just a little girl, I'm in the first grade.
We're drawing pictures for Valentine's day.
I'm looking at the art, I had just made.
A simple red heart, that's all I can make.
I study the picture, something is wrong.
How can a heart, represent something so strong?
Love is so big
This heart is so small
I start to feel like, I know nothing at all.
I go to the teacher, and tug on her skirt.
"Teacher, what is love? Is it supposed to hurt?"
She doesn't say much, she has a smile on her face. She gives me a hug and says Happy Valentine's Day.
