Fake love, true love, red love, blue love,
***** love with cherries on top.

Love is a four letter word - like a curse.
"****, ****, ****, ****, love."
Go put your wishing-well penny in the swear jar.

Love is like pasta,
A flavor-holder for tomato gravy adjectives:
"unconditional", "passionate", and "infinite".
I'll take mine al dente.

You're not "in love", you're "on love",
Because cloud nine gets you higher than *******,
But you fall harder when you come down.

Why write about love?
Why not write about socks?
I'm sure they're almost as universal.

They sure hurt less.

Except when one gets lost in the dryer
And you are left wondering
What you did to make your left sock hate you.