Love is like dandelions,
profligate and common.
But have you ever picked up
a dandelion and looked beyond
its reputation?
Worn-out words,
pretty yellow weeds.
Love is boundless;
Language is limited.
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I happen to love dandelions. I think it's so beautiful when a yard gets completely covered in yellow! (My husband doesn't share my love for weeds though) :) Very lovely poem. Sincerely, Mary I also have a poem inspired by dandelions...nice to know I'm not the only one that finds them interesting.