Love Picks You Up Poem by Juan Olivarez

Love picks you up, or lets you down,
Love makes you smile, or makes you frown.
Love makes you laugh, or makes you cry,
Sometimes for love, you want to die.

Do you agree that this is true?
If not, love has not come to you.
What you call love, just might be lust,
It must be that, it surely must.

Love is not shy, when it makes the scene,
It hit's you like a two by four.
So whether your'e mature, or a silly teen,
Love will one day knock at your door.

1/6/11 Alton Texas