Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

What love is not

Love is not holding hands

Love is not that passionate kiss

Love is not the long stare

Deep into another's eyes

Love is not saying those words

Love is not buying that gift

Love is not taking a trip

To a romantic spot elsewhere

Love is not that candlelit meal

Love is not a box of chocolates

Love is not expensive wine

And a picnic in the park

Love is not celebrated on that one day of the year

Love is thinking of someone

Love is doing the dishes

Love is letting that person

Sleep in whilst you sort the house

Love is saying sorry

Love is giving a helping hand

Love is trying to never let

Anyone down even though we're not perfect

Love, quite frankly, is being there and doing that for someone else

The overblown romantic gesture is just the icing on the cake

You need the mundane parts of love to make it work

After all, who wants a big pink sugar icing heart

Without a bit of sponge and jam to back it up?