Love RulesHeh, I think this poem is mildly amusing...
Love is a little word, a tiny sound we make,
Every time it's spoken, though it makes our bodies shake.
Our knees tremble, our bellies flip,
Even over our own feet we trip.
We stumble all over our tongues
Our breath catches in our lungs
We feel so sick we want to vomit,
(well, that may be from eating Comet...)
Words are switched and then, you cry,
so embarrassed you want to die.
Who could make you feel this way?
Who what where when why what day?
When you find that someone dear,
Those three words that you want to hear,
will all flow out with so much more,
and then you realize love's a bore.