Why do they say that only fools fall in love?
Isn't love suppose to come from above?
Aren't people suppose to be free like doves?
Or is love suppose to feel like a dirty rug?

Love is suppose to make you feel free.
It's suppose to make you hug a tree .
It's suppose make you get on one knee holding up a diamond ring while saying, "will you please marry me"?
But this could probably be one of my sweet dreams.

But soon my day will come to pass.
I hope she gots a nice A$$!
I hope she doesn't smoke any grass or else her ring
will be made out of brass.

But either way, love will hit me harder then a train,
and I know this poem wasn't as nice as a candy cane,
but I told some one I would write a poem that wouldn't stain,
to whom it may concern? I hope you liked it my sweet little Jane.