A little love poem, written by me about a hundred years ago as a Valentine's Day/Birthday gift. It's completely ridiculous and silly, and makes little sense...the way true love should be :)
LOVE, LIKE POPCORN
If I could measure my heart in popcorn
it would surely overflow
The way kernels do when popped with air--
that seem to grow and grow.
A little at first then suddenly,
as if without warning or care,
multiplying in size and number,
catching you surprised and unaware.
Trying to contain them, feelings and popcorn both,
is the hardest thing of all.
The longer you let them go unchecked
the more in love you fall.
Love, like popcorn.
Warm and fluffy, sometimes salty,
always hard to beat.
And both of them made possible only
by friction and with heat.
Getting enough of either
is impossible to do.
Good when had by one;
delicious shared by two!
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