romance is beautiful,
love is sweet.
nice to see,
better to eat.
it always come through,
whether extreme cold or heat.
ask anybody, anyone,
they'll say its a feat.
it blooms and flowers,
when both ends meet.
when it ripens in the sun,
it glows golden like wheat.
it doesn't take charm,
it doesn't take wit.
love is blind,
but drunk a bit.
love needs two,
two to sit.
cupid's arrows
need two to hit.
Victor van Baron Community Member 
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