Love is...
Love is a passion for something like no other. It's thinking about it from when you wake up, right until you go to bed. It's knowing absolutely everything about what you love, every minor detail and every rule. Love is getting frustrated for something you disagree with, and excited for something you agree with. It's yelling until you lose your voice arguing with someone, even if you know your wrong. Love is being the loudest person in the room when your team scores the game-winning goal, and the quietist person when they lose a big game. Love is waking up at 5AM to play, and returning home at midnight when your finished. Love is knowing that among you, 16 other guys are willing to put their bodies on the line for you and the team. Love is the game I cannot live without, and my brothers who stand beside me.
I can really tell from how you worded your poem how much you love hockey! Pretty impressed about the waking up at 5am part, and strong concluding sentence :)
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I liked seeing your unique perspective on Love of sport. I used to be equally passionate about hockey when I was your age...I know...hard to believe! I had all my fave players' stats in my head and used to listen to every game on the radio. I'd like to see you continue to write more reflective post responses to literature we read. Keep posting!
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