 My name is Xia, I'm Melissa, I'm Jackie, and I'm Ashley. He is a try and better student. Today, my group, whatever, it's great to present our poetry and title. Love. L. O. V. E. Love. What is love? Love is when you touch me, my heart starts burning, burning, burning, burning and melts to the ground. You lift me up gently, kiss on my forehead, and when you smile, I smile. I feel love, the way you look at me, with your crescent smiling eyes like a moon. The way you talk to me with all the beautiful words comes out from your insistibility. Wonderful is love. Everything in our is one thing. Our thing, our dream, our share is all my feelings with you. Is that right? Because it's all of me, love, all of you. Do you ever think love is that beautiful? No matter how much love always gives to girls, you girls never satisfy and ask for more. Girls sucks. Go away before it's all hard. Think that we will understand you without speaking. Every time you think that we should understand you, but we don't. And they score us, compare us, blame us in everything. So girls sucks. Boys are stupid. Boys are foolish. Boys are silly. And most of all, boys are childish. Gaming. Sports. Game leads. What a silly little thing. Don't talk. Counter-strike. GTA. Football. Basketball. Internet. Whenever you're in your world, you don't care much about us. When we care about you, we treat it as invisible. So when we dump you, try not to imagine your femurs get expertly cursed by us. Girls, stop thinking about us. We, the best men in the world, serve never as supermen. Maybe we also need some space for us. Don't you know, old men are always living in their own half. Click, click, click, click. Oh, forget about that. Hey, boys. Stop ignoring us when we are talking. Pretending that you are listening, but in fact, you are not. We just want to share our feelings with you. Is that a problem? And boys, you are like a wood. We hook your face without a sign on your face to show expressions. If you have any feelings in your heart, review it. Hey, girl. Stop remembering when we are walking. You're always talking and vomiting nonstop. You keep repeating, repeating, and repeating the same board story. Are you tired? If I were a boy, understand. I'm so emotional. Today, you cry heavier than me. Perfectly like howling. Sometime you overreact. Over excited. Screaming. Shouting a little bit. Shopping. We can shop for a whole. You are to shop for the day. Putting your layers and layers on the face. Bloody red lipstick like sauces. Ninety logo eyebrows. Seriously? That is so ugly. The maker of you can buy you. So sad. What's where to date? The same teacher please a girl? No way. That is so rude. Girl, come like me, Shisha. You don't have your own ideas. And cry out to reject our suggestion. What do we want to eat? After you. Can I see? It's fattening. So see? Which movie? I'm okay. Go back fast. It's uncomfortable. Relic card. It's expensive. So let's go date. What do you want to eat? You get what I mean now? La la la. All the same. Yet we are different. If we are different, we can make things happen. If things happen, we can be thankful. If we are thankful, we live. If we live, we should do. If we do, we should do it together. If we do it together, we can live. We can learn. If we can learn, we can educate. We educate. We can do the same. If we do the same, we can separate the differences. This is life. Life makes us come together. Head in head. We work together to bring peace. Bring new generation. This is what we call love. Thank you.