Love is Fruit Loop bracelets,
Around your neck.
Love has certain placements,
Keeping you in check.
Twisting you this way,
And that.
Throwing you curve balls.
But taking away your bat.
It takes you in it's hands.
And shoves you off to some guy in a hat.
He looks at you and holds you tightly.
Maybe his name will even be Matt.
Then there are times he may take your heart
And hand it back to you on a stick.
Then again he could be like a car.
But I could never drive stick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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