This is one of my six line poems in honor of Valentine's day. I rather like the imagery that it portrays— especially since I consider Love as something intangible.
Love it is a wonderful thing
it makes some cry and others sing.
It takes some in and lets some go
and is always there and helps you grow.
So don't let your love play the opossum
and let it blossom like the early spring.
Do you have any poetry on Love you would like to share?