This poem I wrote 3 years ago in the 6th grade, not as good as the others, extra words could be taken out, but other than that, I think it's pretty good. LOVE Love is a strange feeling, opposite of hate, pain, agony, sadness, most feel it, do I? It's a mystery. Those who don't feel love are confused, frustrated, angry, unsure of themselves until they die of sadness, what I just explained. If people feel love they're sure of themselves, happy, joyful, excited, and anything but the opposite of love. I don't know if I feel love or not. Others do but I'm not sure about me. I wonder that always.